Disclaimer: Godchild is the work of Kaori Yuki, not me.
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When I first woke up, I thought I was in Heaven, and I thought you were an angel. Then, I realized that I probably would never end up in Heaven. I don't think you would, either.
I became aware of the heaviness all over my body, and a pain in my head that felt like an axe being swung back and forth across a line on my skull. I squint my eyes closed, and maybe I let out a moan. I felt a cool hand on my forehead. I cracked my eyes open again, and saw that same soiled, stained, beautiful angel standing over me.
Did this mean we had both gone to Hell?
Was I warm to you?
I guess I fell asleep after that. I dreamt of black fires, of deep, dark pits, and of your face; you were standing next to me.
The next time I awoke, there was a girl wearing a white apron, pressing a cloth to my forehead and a glass to my lips. Her actions were gentle, but not like yours had been.
Odd, all those times I had watched you work it had seemed the opposite; you, with hardly a care for a human life, working carefully yet roughly on a patient, and a meticulous nurse changing a patient's bandages and calming their fevers ever so tenderly.
I had half a mind to think that you had finally caved in to your insanity, and you did not react the way I had expected.
I opened my eyes yet again, and there you were, your broken halo precariously balanced above your head as you read a book next to me. Funny, I don't remember you doing that with any patients, either.
I felt much better, now. You looked up when I softly called your name, and you placed your book down on the table next to my bed. Then, you told me everything that had happened. I felt my eyes widen. I still felt so heavy, but you helped me sit up, and I gaped at my legs and arms, now twice as long as they used to be. You gave me a tiny smile, stating that everything was successful.
I'm not entirely sure I heard you. I was too busy thinking about your strange behavior, your cool hand, your watching and waiting, your tiny, but so genuine, smile. How unlike you. But, I'm glad it happened.
So, what made you do it?
Why me?
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A/N: My first Godchild fic. It didn't turn out how I thought it would, but I like it. :) Hope you enjoyed it, too.