Waking up to a sterilised environment is not such a strange thing. Waking up to a sterilised environment with a female doctor looming over you with a manic expression her face is a strange thing though. But the strangest part of all was not her manic expression, the predatory gleam in her eyes or even the two other people in the room with us. No, the strangest thing is that I am the only person in the room without wings.
Don't fangirl!
"So you're finally awake, brat," the male angel says gruffly while his silver eyes pin me to the cold table top. "I owe you one, shitty four-eyes," he says and gives her a nod.
"Where am I? What happened?" I croak as I sit up slowly. "Ow, my head," I let out a hiss of pain while glancing around, "Wait, where is my squad? What's going on here?!" I feel panic grip my heart and give an almighty squeeze. The white wash walls feel foreign and it feels as though my heart might leap from my chest if it wasn't about to be squashed like a bug.
"You don't remember?" the bespectacled doctor asks me.
"I remember you…" I say and tilt my head towards the male angel. Frowning I continue to explain, "I went to a market to buy fruit when you appeared out of thin air. You started asking me questions, about the fire that I found you in. You wanted documents about the people in the fire; you were persistent. I think… you forced your way into my apartment, even when I couldn't give you the documents. You- you left me one of your feathers," I utter as I slowly piece together the events of the last few days.
"It was my night off, to rest, when Major called and said there was an emergency. A three story building was alight, the residents trapped inside. I was stuck on the third floor because the staircase collapsed; I heard a man calling out for help… he-he was an angel. He said something about killing Ackerman; I thought he was talking about my sister so I leapt at him… He smashed my head against the hard wood countertop. I thought he might have smashed my head open," I look around at the grim faced female doctors and the shortish male, while gingerly pressing my skull above my right ear.
"He did. It took a lot of work on my part to patch you up," the brunette doctor states.
"I was…choking on smoke, there was blood running down the side of my face, I was going to die. Then…then you… you were there…you saved my life," I whisper, eyes glued to the ravenette. "And I don't even know your name," I mumble in awe.
Okay, now I AM fangirling! And dammit, why does he have to be hot?
"Well, you're in luck Mr Fireman," the blonde doctor says with a smile. That snaps me out of my fangazim induced stupor. "I'm Nanaba, and I am Dr Hanji's right hand nurse. And this fine specimen of an angel is Captain Levi Ackerman," she teases.
"Ackerman?" I mutter. "So he was talking about you, that's… a relief. I thought he wanted to kill my sister. Though killing you isn't a good thing either, I don't want anyone to die. I mean, that would be a really horrible thing to wish on anybody, it would suck if you died… and I'm babbling. I'm just going to shut up now," I say as my cheeks burn with the heat of a thousand suns.
"Aww, he is so cute! Short stack, can we keep him? Can we? It would be great to study him and-"
"He is not one of your experiments," Mr Ackerman states with a sniff.