After I was finally discharged from the ICU, I met the second angel after I fell down five sets of stairs.
His name is Simon. He's got a scruffy teenage boy vibe, and his slender wings are a royal blue. He looks like death ( no pun intended) or like me after 24 hours with no sleep. His dark hair reaches his shoulders, while his blue eyes pierce your soul.
While I was sprawled at the base of the stairs- all four limbs badly broken, he sat on the railing, hiding a smile behind gloved hands.
" Dude." He said.
" That doesn't look comfortable."
I had glared up at him with my good eye ( the other had smacked into a doorknob on the way down.)
" Lorelie is looking forward to meeting you by the way. She always has fun with people like you." He had said before vanishing just like Malka had done three months before.
At this point I was ready to just die already. I wasn't sure if I could make it through any other angels, let alone another brush with death.