Chap. 2
My wings were begging to be let loose. I flew over the town, and decided to
visit the hospital and look for any healing I could do. I was eager for anything
to tie me to my heavenly home. I landed in the trees behind the building and
buttoned up my shirt enough to be decent. The flight to have done nothing what
so ever to rejuvenate my morals, but I was willing to try something else. As I
walked in there was an ambulance unloading. I looked around and saw a woman and
a man both being carried from the automobile to the building in a great hurry.
Then a car came skidding into the lot, and a girl in white heels, a jean skirt
and a red, strawberry colored top came running over in a rush of blond. It was
Eve. I looked up to the heavens, realizing the depth of the situation. My powers
could revive them, 'them', obviously being her parents. They looked almost
exactly like her - all except the blood. I jogged to the doors and went in, my
wings disappearing.
"Eve?" I acted confused. "What're you doing here?" she turned and faced me.
"Oh, I - my parents - I'm not sure." she looked panic stricken. "There was an
accident and I was called to come -"
"Miss Evans?" a lady in a white jacket called her name. A nurse.
"Yes?" she walked to the lady. I followed, close behind.
"I need a moment. Alone." the nurse - Carla - looked pointedly at me.
"I'm here with her." I reached down and took Eve's hand. She looked at me, then
back to the nurse. "So what happened?"
"There was a, Er, disagreement. Your mother ran away and fell down the stairs -"
"How is she?" Eve injected.
"She is stable. Broken arm, but other than that only bruised and cut. She will
be perfectly fine. But you Dad, it appears, tried to pull the plug. Meaning to
say he was going to kill himself. You mother told us - like I said, she is
speaking. So they were arguing, and your father shot himself in the shoulder.
Your Mother ran for help, falling down two flights of stairs." I looked at Eve.
"Will my Dad be alright?" she asked, clearing her raspy throat.
"As of now, we are doing everything in our power to keep him alive. There is a
good chance he will be okay, but recovery will take time. He's lost an extreme
amount of blood."
"Okay." she whispered. Eve sighed and the nurse led us to a more private waiting
room, saying we needed to wait a bit longer until speaking with her Mom. It was
kind of obvious that Eve wasn't one hundred percent happy, but she didn't seem
too upset either.
"Your with me?" she asked. I saw her smile, and was relieved to see a bit of
