All Angel, No Wings

All Angel, No Wings (Ch. 4)

Chapter Four

"Other men said they have seen angels,

But I have seen thee

And thou art enough."

- G. Moore 

Sammy sat up, meekly aware of his outer surroundings. He really couldn’t of cared. His head was pounding, a knocking sensation, as if someone had beaten him with a baseball bat. And, to make matters worse, his throat was on fire, burning like a wooden building caught aflame. He internally groaned. No, not internally.

            He sat up quickly, ignoring the pounding protest located in his head. What was that he had just heard? A small, weak, and agonizing noise. More importantly, it had come from him. He couldn’t believe his ears as he groaned again, deep within the boundaries of his throat. His voice. He wasn’t a mute after all; he had regained his voice.

            All too aware of the miracle within him, he didn’t notice a young boy sitting across the white – walled room. A young boy with light blonde hair and golden eyes. A young boy with an expression of not boredom or anger, but caring and compassion. And…was that love Sammy saw? No, impossible. Nathan was one of those people that he had read about when he was small: incapable of loving anyone, always looking out for themselves.

            Except that didn’t seem to be the case here.

            Nathan cleared his throat, eager to get Sammy’s attention once again. Sammy glanced at him sideways, then let his eyes wander around the nurses office, minus the nurse on a lunch break. Nathan rolled his eyes at the boy looking like he had just woken up and his life was a dream. He was only out for a few hours, anyway. Two at most.

            Nathan actually liked this new radiance of astonishment coming off of Sammy. He felt himself smile, all earlier thoughts gone in a flash. So what if some mute in a small town found his voice? It happened all the time, didn’t it? Nathan forced himself not to think about it.

            “Well, I see you’re feeling better.” Nathan spoke in a bored tone, though he was anything but. He’d be the first to admit, he liked Sammy. More than a friend, which was insane.

            Sammy’s head snapped around as he studied the blonde boy. A name came to mind. He cleared his throat, the burning sensation catapulting back into it. “Nay…thh…aynn?” Okay, so it needed some work.

            Nathan chuckled deeply, “Well, I’m glad I chose to shorten my name. I highly doubt you’d be able to comprehend Nathaniel.” Sammy opened his mouth, desperate to try. Nathan cut him off, “Don’t even begin to try it.” At that, Sammy’s mouth clamped shut.

            “Ughh…” The gargled sound escaped Sammy’s throat. Sammy thought it was a laugh, but he wasn’t really sure. All he did know was that the boy with the golden eyes – Nathan – was amazingly attractive, with a voice as beauteous as can be, deep but not so where he sounded old. Perfect in every way.

            And then there was Sammy’s newly found voice. It was light on the ears, but he would’ve described it as girly and weak. Not at all impressive. “Ww..haatt?” He struggled with forming the words. He wasn’t dumb, but this was the first time he had been able to get the chance to speak since he came out of the womb. His brow furrowed, “Are we doing here?” Huh, that was easier than he thought it would be.

            Nathan smiled at the naïve Sammy, “Why don’t you tell me?”

            “Can’t…hurts.”

            “Ah, I see. Well, I don’t exactly know where to begin. Oh, yes. We were in lunch, I sat down next to you and your friend whose name always escapes me. There was a scream – some science teacher had let an experiment explode. No serious injuries. But that’s beside the point. We jumped up, afraid. You fell to your knees, I swore, you scolded me, found your voice, then passed out. And here we are.”

            Memories came rushing back to Sammy of the previous day. It was almost like a nightmare, where he couldn’t talk or cry out for help. Welcome to his life. “So…I passed out?” With each word it was getting easier to form the words. Nathan nodded in reply, and a smile formed on Sammy’s perfect lips. “I can talk!” He shouted, ecstatic.

            Nathan chuckled, “Yes, you can.”

            “How is this even possible?”

            “Meh. Happens all the time. Maybe learning to talk wasn’t in your forte until now.” Nathan stood up and shook out his hair. “We better go. School’s going to end soon.”

            “What? Like, skip?” Sammy scratched his long black hair.

            Nathan gave him a ‘duh’ look. “No shit, Sherlock.”

            Sammy winced. “Um, Nathan? I know this is a revelation that I can talk…doesn’t mean I hate swear words any less.” The first few full sentences he had ever uttered. Sammy decided then that he was going to love talking.

            “If you say them, it makes you feel good. Empowered.” Nathan took a step closer to Sammy then. “Say ass.”

            “No.”

            “Spell it.”

            “No.”

            “Come on. Say it really fast.” Nathan urged.

            Sammy took a deep breath, “Ahh – ksdhfdj.” Or at least that was what it sounded like to Nathan. He gave Sammy a quizzical look. Sammy sighed, then blurted, “ASS!”

            A laugh escaped Nathan then, a real, whole hearted one. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, kid.” He held out a hand for Sammy to take, which he did, and finally both were on their feet and heading out the door.

            What was becoming of this “friendship,” and why did Sammy like it?

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I don't really know how I like this chapter. I guess it's alright for now. Unedited, but I'll try to edit it soon. Love you all(: