XIX. Fallen Angel (Supernatural!AU)

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* !! MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE !!

* note 1: yall im on a writing spree and idk why. this might mean a long break but idc
note 2: as u can tell im very into the supernatural side of everything. please comment ideas I need some so my brain doesnt overload with my own ideas. anywho enjoy this

I sat under a tree with a book in my hands. The wind was blowing softly. The flowers surrounding me filled the the air with their pollen, but it couldn't smell any better than it did. Pollen didn't effect me, it was like an anti-allergen. I went to a doctor and he told me I was just immune.

The large tree was an old oak. It was my favorite spot. Like a home away from home. I was just a teen, almost 18, which meant I still lived with my parents. They would always fight and yell, but treated me like a princess. I was showered in gifts, especially after I saw or heard an argument. They never got physical, even if my mom hit my dad. Dad would never hit her back.

The book store was my favorite place to go shopping. I mainly shopped in fiction books. Vampires, witches, humans with weird abilities. It was just so fascinating. I believed in all of it. If there were aliens, why wouldn't there be other supernatural? I've been ghost hunting with some experts. I watch experts on YouTube. I knew how to handle myself.

I couldn't focus on my book anymore, so I put a bookmark in and sat it in the small bag I brought with me, pulling out a water. I'd be here all day. Had to use the bathroom? Go in the river or find a hole. There was also a nice old woman who lived closer than my house that would bring me in and feed me a bunch of food until I was full.

I sighed and grabbed my phone, turning on some soft music and leaning against the tree. My eyes were closed, until I saw the sun disappear for a moment. I opened them and looked to the sky. Something was falling. Maybe a bird who was shot, but as it fell, it got bigger. I watched it and my eyes widened when I saw it was a human body. As it hit the ground with a thud, I stood and ran over.

It was a naked man with tattoos, black hair, and a bit of stubble. But what interested me the most was his bright white wings. I had never seen something so beautiful. They took me in to a trance like state, before I remembered the somewhat human that just fell. I kneeled down next to him and put my hand on his jugular, checking his pulse. Luckily, I found one. Hid eyes cracked open and he groaned.

"Hang on, I'm gonna help you.." I whispered and put my hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes again and I got up, running to the tree. I took my normal steps to get in it to find my hidden first-aid kit. I was prepared for anything. Anything but an angel. I paused while climbing back down.

An angel. An angel just fell from the sky and that just kicked in. I shook it from my head and opened my bag, pulling out a small blanket. I ran back into the flower field and knelt next to the man. I put the blanket over his private areas and tucked it under him, taking a moment to admire his beautiful body.

I never imagined an angel to be tattooed. His chest was slightly chiseled and his arms seemed muscular. He didn't look too buff, but strong enough to kick someones ass. I couldn't help but run my hand over his stomach. I got lost in his body but looked back up to his face. I saw bruises and cuts starting to slowly form. His white wings were starting to cover in blood. I panicked for a moment but took a deep breath. This is why I took a nursing class in my freshman year.

I pulled out some alcohol and bandages. I addressed the smaller cuts first, dabbing them with a cotton ball with alcohol on it and putt a butterfly strip over it. I saw a cut forming on his chest and it seemed large. I waited until it finished and I poured alcohol on it. His body flinched, but he didn't seem to wake. His body was heavy, but my motivation to help him let me lift his back and wrap the bandages around him. Then I looked to his wings. "Okay, fallen angel, I'm gonna need you to hold still.."

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