The Wrong Side Of Heaven

Chapter 5: The Demons and the Scars

I don't remember much of the fall. I had blacked out for most of it. All I remember was feeling weak. Pain was just about the only thing I could feel. I was losing a lot of blood and way too fast. I could feel the wind rush past me. The only thing was... without my wings, I had no breaks.

I crashed on the side of the road. I don't know how I survived the fall. I think it's because I wasn't fully deprived of my angelhood yet.

I could hardly see, people were freaking out around me. I was breathing heavily, doing my best to stay conscious. I was bleeding everywhere. 

All around me I could hear people saying things like, "Sir, are you okay?!" or "Someone get help!". Others were asking what happened, things like that. 

Sirens wailed in the background. I blacked out as people came to take me away.

I shot up from the hospital bed, but yelled as pain filled my back. Sudden realization of everything that had happened dawned on me, and my breathing became faster and heavier. I struggled against the sheets and tubes.

"No... no," I whispered to myself as doctors rushed in to stop me.

Tears were running down my face as I struggled against the doctors as they laid me down in the bed. 

"I can't- this can't be- I-"

They injected me, and my vision went completely dark.

I woke up again a while after, this time I didn't sit up due to my back.

"You're not gonna try and bust out again, are you?" Someone said from my right.

I turned to see him. He was sitting in a chair by my bed. It was hard to make everything out, I was able to see, but everything was a blurry mess. I did my best to make out what I could. From what I could see (and guess), he had brown hair, brown eyes, and he had a square jaw line. He looked like he was late 30s, and he had bags under his eyes as if he were stressed.

"Who- Who are you?" I managed to choke out.

He gave me a relieved sigh, and replied, "My name is Nick Dowelr. I- uh, I guess I found you on the side of the road. I wasn't really the only one though, but, don't worry, your hospital bill is all covered. You gave me quite the scare."

"Wha-"

"They- They did their best to fix your eyes, I don't think they were able to do much, though, huh? Your back took a lot of stitches, but given time, maybe it'll heal up alright? If you don't mind me asking, what happened back there?"

"I-I don't remember..." I lied.

He nodded. "I don't blame you. You were pretty beat up. You seemed to have fallen from, well, who knows how high? So, do you have any family, or can you not remember that, either?"

I shook my head. "No family."

"I'm sorry. How old are you?"

"18."

He nodded again. "Do you know where you live? I could drop you off-"

"I'm... new to town. I don't have a place. Or a job, or-"

"You're kidding? Well, I've got an idea! I live next to an apartment complex! That, and I know some places that could give you a decent job. You'll be all set!"

I gave him a small smile. "Thank you, uh, Nick, was it?"

"That's right. you'll be discharged in maybe a week or two. You've been in here for probably longer than you think."

"What do you mean, how long has it been?"

"A year."

"What?!"