Breath Into Me

Chapter Eight

"Skylar..."

The soft whisper of my name started to stir me from the horde of demons that I had just been facing. At the sound of the voice their faces started to waver. The pain that had been spreading from my wings down to the rest of my body had started to fade away. Had Justin and Tyler really found a way to bring me to Heaven, without being hurt?

"Skylar...wake up, please?"

A white light emerged from my eyelids, the same way it had when I had first arrived in Heaven, and I blinked in surprise, shaking my head. I faintly heard someone sigh in relief, and felt a pair of cool lips kiss my forehead. I opened my eyes fully, and the room wavered a bit, then came into focus. I was in the infirmary for Angels within the vasts planes of Heaven. By my side, sitting on the bed was Justin, stroking my hair out of my face gently, his fingers cool. Standing behind him was Joey, his hair a mess and his clothes torn and messed up, an odd look in his eye. Sitting on the only chair visible to me was Tyler, his skin porcieln pale and his fingers trembly, making his dark eyes really stand out and look almost too large for his face. I sat up gingly. My wings felt like they had been snaped and broken, along with a few spots on my arm where the demon ichor had struck me.

Tyler slid his arm underneath me and helped prop me up, giving me something to lean on. Justin jumped off the bed and grabbed a glass that had been sitting on the counter. Joey, who had been making no sound nor movement since I woke, snarled at my brother and snatched the glass out of his hands, then gave it to me, a look of anger, jealousy, and envy in his eyes. I growled at Joey.

"That is my little brother! Show respect, Joey!" if I wasn't beaten and sore, I would have lept off the bed and bashed his head in. But I was too sore to move my legs, let alone bash in my fellow Angel's head.

Joey looked at me, handing me the glass, not very nicely, and left, his back to me. Once he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Be greatful that I let them come with me! I wasn't exactly ready to break God's wish that no living mortal enter the Gates of Saint Peter."

And with those last words ringing in my ear, he closed the door behind him and was offically out of the room. I sighed and took a sip of what was in the glass that Justin was orriginaly going to give me, but Joey ripped from his hands. It was pale green in colour, had the consistancy of slime, and yet tasted like the Buckley's that the human's drink whenever they get sick.

 I coughed a bit, nearly chocking down the last bit of the drink. Justin quickly took the glass away and Tyler patted my back gently. I had to wave him off with my good hand, continueing to cough. Justin took hold of Tyler's shoulder, and Tyler stopped. He took a good long look at my bad arm, and looked around for bandages.

"You'd think an infirmary in Heaven would have bandages..." he muttered crossly.

I simply shrugged, regaining my breathe. "Most of the time, our wounds are major and require stitches instead of bandages."

Justin shook his head, then looked up at me. "How ya feel?"

"Like I just took a giant hit from Lucifer....what else?" I asked.

Tyler smirked and shook his head. "Aside from that."

I looked at him and smiled kindly. Within Heaven, I could see both of their aura's perfectly. Tyler's had the colors of a beautiful autumn day; red, orange, yellow, even some specks of blue in it. All together, it looked beautiful, and even more so beautiful on him. I had to pull my gaze away from him and look to my brother's aura, which had the colors of a winter's night. Deep, midnight blues and soft greys. They looked terrific on my brother, and made my heart ache that Lucifer would chose to harm both of these young men.