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Angel's POV
I woke up to the feeling of someone flipping me over. I heard a gasp and I knew what the person was seeing; my pure white wings, wings that are probably burnt. Through her mind, I got an image of how badly burned my back was. It didn't look good in the slightest, especially my scorched right wing and lower back. If I'm this bad, I don't think the rest of the flock made it out alive. A tear rolled down my eye as I thought about the bomb that might've possibly cost them their lives.
I have to call Patch. If anyone knows anything about angels, it's going to be the angel himself, the thoughts of the other person (who is a girl, judging by her thoughts) in the room.
Oh, so she thinks I'm an angel, eh? I'm really not surprised, with the white wings and all. Lucky for her she's not finding out the hard way that I'm no angel in the slightest. I paid attention to her thoughts, and I then noticed the angel named Patch is her boyfriend. How cute is that!
"My name might be Angel, but I'm really no angel. That's pretty cool your boyfriend is one, though." I spoke in a whisper, because it hurt too much physically and emotionally to speak any louder than that. The girl (I picked up in her thoughts her name is Nora Grey) gasped at how I knew this. A weak grin passed my lips, and it quickly turned into a grimace from the pain in my back. Oh boy, this will take a very long time to heal.
Who the hell is this girl? She literally falls out of the sky, she has wings, and she knows what I'm thinking, I picked up on her thoughts. I wanted to go back to sleep, to make the pain go away. But with Nora's freaked out thought, I can't sleep anytime soon, even though I really wanted to.
"Can you read my thoughts or something?" she said in absolute shock. I mentally grinned. Max would be proud I was freaking some random stranger out. Then I remembered that Max might not even be alive anymore, and my triumph quickly faded to sorrow. I tried to reply to Nora's question through words, but I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried to force my voice out. I think a couple of my ribs were broken, along with a sprained arm and leg from the crash. I didn't even have the heart to talk either.
Yes I can read thoughts, I thought into her mind. I heard her back into the wall in surprise and horror. I tried to chuckle at that, but I grimaced at the effort. I just wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up again. Without the flock, I don't know what I will do anymore.
"What happened?" Nora asked me and kneeled down next to the bed I was on. Another tear rolled down my eye as I thought about my most likely dead family.
I don't want to think or talk about it. I just want to go to sleep, I thought and then I finally blacked out again, nightmares of the flock haunting every section of my mind.
Nora's POV
Okay, call me crazy, but this adorable badly injured seven year old has wings and can read minds. That's pretty freaky. When I was sure she passed out again, I ran downstairs and grabbed some medical supplies for her back and her…wings. I wonder what happened that put her in such bad shape. She had burns, possible broken bones, and a lot of cuts.
After I gathered all of the medical supplies I needed, put them in the bathroom, and returned to my room where the girl named Angel was. I gently picked her up off the bed and carried her into the bathroom. I laid her down carefully in the bathtub and grabbed a washcloth. I wet the cloth in the sink, and started to remove the dirt from Angel's wounds. I gasped out loud how bad the injuries were.
"What the heck happened to this poor kid?" I asked in disbelief to no one in particular. I continued washing down her tiny back, wincing at the horrific injuries and burns. When all the wounds were cleaned of dirt and ash, I opened the bottle of peroxide and applied it to her wounds. After all the wounds were cleaned, I grabbed the burn cream and applied it to her blistered burns, once again wincing at her injuries.
Through out the whole thing Angel was murmuring things in her sleep. She sounded really scared. I really wondered what happened to her that caused so much physical and emotional pain.
When everything was cleaned and tended for, I wrapped her injuries in bandages and brought her back into my room. I laid her gently on my bed, grabbed my phone, and dialed Patch's number as fast as I could with no hesitation. I waited impatiently for him to pick up, and I immediately started talking when Patch asked, "Hello?"
"Patch you need to get over here now." I said, and then hung up so he couldn't argue with me. I needed him here as soon as possible, and informing him about what was going on would only delay him. I considered calling Vee and bringing her into this mess, but my better judgment vetoed against it. I didn't need perky Vee to get into the mystery of the winged seven year old.
I slumped up against the wall and sighed, waiting for Patch to arrive so we could decide what to do with the winged girl.