Angel of Death
BY: WOLFA MOON
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my ideas. And this is my lame excuse for one that I thought I should share.
House sat in the dark hospital room beside the sleeping figure. The slow beeping from the heart monitor keeping him awake to stand vigil. It was a long hard day and he just wanted it to be over. He wanted to sleep. A shadow came into the room disrupting his calm of self-loathing. The IV was still full and the nurse had come in already and given a boost to the supply of constant pain medication. The figure stayed in the shadows. A hand rose up from the figure sweeping over the patients head, flowing through their hair. A ruffle from the shoulder area caught House's attention. He straightened at the fact with a gulp of air caught in his throat. The figure looked over at him and their eyes glowed as hit by a hint of light. Yet there was no light in the room. House finally figured it out.
"Are you here to take him?"
"No." Came a monotone soprano girl voice answered. House sighed a sigh of relief.
"Are you here for me?" She shuck her head.
"No."
"Then why?" She raised her hand to the side of the bed. Pushing a button the lights came on.
"Curious." House took in the form of the creature. She wasn't all to threatening. Her wings weren't white like you picture. They were a nice black grayish deal that complemented her hair. Her face young like a 23-25 year old. A midnight fabric covered her body in a wedding gown way. Her skin looked golden as if she tanned in the sun constantly. But had the genes to make it beautiful.
"You're Death?" She smiled at House. House wasn't sure to be scared or treat her like everyone else, a problem needing fixing.
"Death is not something to fear?"
"Who said I was afraid?"
"Your actions." She stood up and moved to the end of the bed. Lifting herself up as if gravity didn't exist and sat herself on the end of the hospital bed footboard.
"I am not afraid." She tilted her head as in action to say, yeah right. "Ok maybe a little. But you tell Wilson and I'll.." Kill you, wanted to finish that statement. She smiled at that.
"Don't worry he can't see me." House now tilted his head in question just as Steve McQueen does. "You have died before and had a traumatic experience. You now the rules now."
"So you must be busy in the cancer ward taking all his bald headed kiddies. That's a brave thing. Why did God create that?" House wanted to defend himself against this threat and he just realized he said the wrong thing.
"She didn't." Death stared at him as if about to strike after the killing of kids. She sat straight and with sternness. "Humans have their free will and you cause this suffering by your devices. And we have our duties." House smirked at that.
"That we do. So who are you here for?" House wanted to know why death was here at this hour.
"Just making rounds. I needed a break." She looked older then her appearance.
"Why not take a holiday?"
"Death waits for no one. And I'm not the only one." She eyed house up and down for a minute. "What would you do if I was here for someone close to you? What would you do?" House grew frightened again. She noticed and he noticed she felt it by the ruffle of her feathers. He looked to the bed then back to her.
"You can't have him." House stood up with sternness. Stepping closer to the bed as if to protect the person.
"And how would you stop me?" She turns her torso to watch House from her perched spot. She smiled like a baby cooing at their parents.
"I'd stop you." That she gave a laugh at his bravado. Her eyes bore into him. He straightened higher as if to be not afraid. She expanded her wings and turned her full body to him. Her outfit of midnight blue flashed with her movement onto the floor and behind House. Her hand wrapped around House's neck.
"How would you stop me?" she whispered in his ear. House was not in a good position.
"Take me instead." She smiled and he could feel her move from behind him to in front of him. She sat on the bed. Her wings still slightly extended.
"You're not on my list."
"Then who are you taking away from me."
"It is a hypothetical question. But lets say, your friend Wilson. What would you do?" House heart sank into his chest. He only had one friend. House's eyes searched the room as if to pull the answer from the air but the room gave him nothing to work with. How he would he answer that but arrived to the same conclusion.
"Take me. He's needed. Those bald headed kids of his need him." She nodded her head.
"Good answer but if he is ever on my list you won't be able to stop it. But if you ask it of me I'll take the pain away."
"How will I find you if I need you?" She smiled at him.
"Where there is someone dying I'm there helping take away the pain. Your human drugs can do only so much. As your leg I can only take so much." House looked to her then to the patient.
"So what do I do now?" She stood up and looked down at the patient with them.
"You need some sleep. Don't worry your friend and you ducklings are safe."
"And Cuddy?" He was surprised at himself for asking that.
"She'll be in, in the morning to flaunt her breast at you." House smirked at her.
"Will I be awake for the double mint commercial?"
"Yes. And by the way take it easy on Wilson?" House watched her intently as she brushed her hand through the patient's hair. House always has to know everything. So he asked her.
"What is going to happen?"
"Something, which I can't stop. But be there for him so he won't appear on my list too." House nodded he would. Wilson shouldn't be on the list till long after he was gone. House only nodded. She again ran her hand over House's sleeping form. Looking to where he stood was empty space. Then turning back to the healing House,
"We shall meet again." And she disappeared into the night.
The end not the permanent one…….