A/N: So... Here's the next chapter! And, before you read, I apologize about this chapter. It's short, I know. And that's probably because I rushed this chapter out. I was running out of ideas. I would also like to thank Tenshi303 for her tremendous help. She's a lifesaver. :)

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She started the car and sped off to her own apartment. She was just driving absentmindedly when she saw a dark figure in her peripheral vision. She immediately stomped on the brakes and looked more closely to figure out why a person was lying in the middle of the street.

When she was positive that someone was really there, her medical instincts kicked in once again, she got out of her car and approached the figure. It was pretty dark when she was looking at him previously from the confines of her car but now, she can clearly see who the person was. And she had to blink twice, shake her head, and pinch herself to know that she wasn't dreaming and what she was seeing was completely real and not a figment of her wild imagination.

The reason that shocked her out of her wits was not who the person was but what the person in front of her really was. He had a pale complexion that perfectly highlighted his raven-colored mane that slightly spiked up at the back. His attire was slightly weird, in her opinion. He wore dark pants, a matching black shirt, black boots, black fingerless gloves and a black coat. She wondered if he had a fetish for black. He also wore a silver chain around his neck. Its pendant was slightly familiar to her. It was a star inside a circle.

But what bothered her most were the things behind his back. They were wings she assumed since it was mostly covered in feathers. The feathers were colored black at the root but changes into a light blue at the farthest tip. She unconsciously reached forward to touch it but stopped herself before her fingertips could feel the softness of the feathers.

She mentally slapped herself for that stupid move. Her she is finally meeting a mythical creature, one of her childish dreams, though she isn't sure if this person is a devil or an angel. They say angels have wings and he does but the color black doesn't mix well with the word angel so she wasn't one hundred-percent sure yet. And she also saw in many pictures that angels like to wear light-colored attires. But it seems this angel is a renegade when it comes to color choices. I mean, even his wings are slightly black.

They say devils are terrifying and horrible-looking creatures but this one is handsome, dare she say it, hot even. They also say devils have a tail and two horns on their forehead but he doesn't have horns and a tail. Besides, he was too good-looking to be a devil and it would be disappointing and terrifying at the same time to finally meet a supernatural creature to find out that it was a devil rather than an angel.

"Probably an angel." She mumbled to herself.

But she wanted to make sure so she reached out to touch the person's forehead. She caressed his forehead and felt nothing out of the ordinary. A few seconds after her hand made contact with the probably-angel's forehead, he groaned. Instantly, she withdrew her hand, wondering what made him uncomfortable.

Switching into doctor mode, she roved her eyes over the said probably-angel's figure. That was when she saw the lower portion of his black shirt drenched in blood. The left side of his stomach had a huge gaping gash. She panicked. She had a stock of medical supplies at her apartment but debated inwardly whether it was a good idea to take a mythical creature inside her house. Being an aspiring doctor, she knew she could not turn a blind eye to a person, normal or mythical, in need of medical help.

Finally coming to a decision, she grabbed the person's arm and hauled him upwards, cautiously since she knew that cut would definitely hurt. When she was able to stand upright with the angel's arm around her shoulders and her arms around him to prevent them from pummeling head-first into the concrete, she took a heavy step forward. The angel shifted uneasily and his pretty face scrunched up in pain.

She frowned. She once again staggered more carefully forward with him leaning towards her. She was satisfied when the angel didn't groan again in ache. While she supported both of their weight, she continued this process slowly and carefully. She wondered why she seemed to be doing a lot of hauling and towing today, whether it was her friends or a mythical angel in her arms. Any more and she knew she'd shut down in fatigue. Her petite feminine body could only take up much before it would give out.

The real problem came when she finally trudged with the angel in front of her car. How in the freaking hell would she fit this angel inside her car with those humungous wings? She growled silently under her breath in frustration and exhaustion.

"Darn it. Whatever." She growled.

She stuffed the angel inside the back seat of her car cautiously. When she was done, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand seeing as she started sweating because of the task she was just done finishing. Because damn it, heaving an angel inside your car while you're wearing a dress and a stinking high heels, no less, was tiring!

She sighed and entered her car, started it, and sped off to her apartment. While driving through the almost empty highway, she was glancing anxiously towards the unconscious angel at her car's back seat.

"Why is he injured? Where did he get that scratch from? And out of all the people in the friggin' world, why the heck should I be the one to stumble upon this strange mythical creature?"

She sighed heavily in aggravation. When she reached her destination, she also hauled the angel and proceeded off to stumble towards her room. Looking around her to make sure no one was around to see her dragging an unconscious, winged creature.

Good thing it's past three in the morning.

She fumbled through her cherry colored purse with the angel leaning heavily down at her. His weight made it difficult for her lungs to inhale sufficient amount of oxygen. Her breaths came in huffs and puffs of short gasps. And it was not helping at all that the angel's head lolled onto the space between her shoulder and neck.

When she finally found her keys, she thrust the metal key onto the keyhole and gave it a twist. The door popped open and she jostled her way through her bedroom. She carefully laid the still-sleeping angel on her bed. She took this time as an opportunity to look intently at the angel's peaceful face. He was sleeping so soundly, his features were so perfect it was definitely not human. Straight nose, prominent cheekbones, long eyelashes and perfectly curved pitch black eyebrows.

She reached out to brush his raven-colored bangs away from his eyes. Then, unable to stop herself, she caressed his pale cheek. She hadn't noticed that she was already kneeling down at the side of her bed and stroking the angel's face for a while now. With a slight rush of blood to her cheeks, she stood up.

It was not time to be having fantasies about a certain angel, she thought. She ought to know her priorities. She should heal him now. It was her goal in bringing him here in the first place.

So, she went to get her medical kit. She scanned the contents of the box, searching for materials used to clean and dress the wounds. When she found them, she began cleaning the angel's wound on the left side of his stomach. Making sure that the wound isn't infected, she neatly wrapped the cut with clean gauze. Satisfied with her work, she gathered the materials, stuffed them back into the kit and returned the box to her closet.

When she returned to her room, she couldn't help herself but stare again at the exquisitely beautiful angel napping on her bed. He was so peaceful. When she caressed his pale cheek, her thumb brushed against his lips. She felt her cheeks heat up. Willing herself to look elsewhere, her eyes zeroed in on the angel's fluffy-looking black and light blue wings. She reached out to touch the feathery wings. She was intrigued by its texture. It was rough and soft at the same time. The root where it is colored black is slightly stiff while midway, where it is light blue, it was as fluffy as cotton. She giggled lightly since its texture was somewhat tickling her fingertips and palms.

She immediately put a hand over her mouth and stared warily at the angel's face, frightened that she woke him up. When his face remained impassive and seemingly undisturbed, she once again chuckled. She reached out and lightly pinched his straight nose.

"You're so cute." She whispered.

She caressed his raven colored locks and marveled at the softness of his tresses. Then, she wondered how he manages to make the back of his hair stand up in a gravity-defying manner. Dismissing the thought, she continued stroking the angel's locks. Everything about him seemed so perfect. The only explanation someone could be so perfect was that he was an angel, a servant of God. She smiled slightly at the idea. Yes, he was an angel.

At that moment, she noticed she was still clad in her pink halter dress. She stood up and went to her closet to grab her nightwear, a peach satin night gown Ino gave her for her last birthday. She walked off to her bathroom to change. At first, she only wanted to change into her PJs but since she felt weary sticky and weary because of her previous activities, she figured she could shower for a bit.

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