Recovery

You stared at Michael in horror as you stood up from the bed. "Wh-What happened to you?! Hold on I'll be right back." You helped him sit down before leaving the room. You knocked on Luke's door once again. It slowly opened and you saw a very sleepy Luke. "Hmm. Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep. "Michael. You need to help him." He nodded, yawned, and pulled on a t-shirt and walked with you back to Michael's room. Michael was shaking and groaning in pain. Luke knelt down in front of him and looked at the gashes in his skin, which were slowly turning black. "Ashton did this to you?" He asked calmly. Michael nodded and hissed when Luke touched his arm. "He's never been this violent before. What happened?" Michael took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "He asked me what I was going to do about the situation." You raised your eyebrow in confusion and saw Luke's eyes turn black. "What did you tell him?" He asked. Michael shook his head and bit his lip. "I didn't tell him anything. I'm not ready Luke. You know that." Luke nodded and stood back up. "I'll get the stitches. Don't move." You looked at Michael and he opened his eyes. Aqua. They were aqua. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. "Your eyes turn aqua when you're in pain." You answered. He nodded and gasped. He looked down at one of the gashes and cussed. "Luke! Hurry up mate!" He yelled.

A few moments later, Luke came rushing in with his med kit. "I'm here I'm here. Hakuna your tatas." You snorted and Michael glared at him. Luke smirked and threaded the needle with the black wire. "Ok Y/N I'm going to need you to do something for me alright?" You nodded, worried what he'd make you do. He cut the wire he was holding with his teeth and handed you a cloth, the yellow sticky substance, and a can of antiseptic spray. "I'm gonna need you to clean the cuts out. Can you do that for me?" You blinked and looked at the can. "Like actually inside the cuts?" You asked a little scared. He nodded and tied a few knots in the wires. "Michael will be a good sport. He won't cuss you out or anything." You nodded and scoffed. "Oh good. I'm excited." You said sarcastically. Luke chuckled and motioned for you to begin. You took a deep breath and sprayed the inside of one of the deep cuts and Michael winced. "I'm sorry!" You wiped the inside with a cloth and he let out a small squeal. After you made sure you got all of it, you opened up the sticky stuff and rubbed it over the gash. Luke winked at you and began stitching the gash as you continued to clean the rest. Michael cursed under his breath a few times and you swear he almost slapped Luke.

"Ok Luke. This one over here looks worse than the others." You said coming in contact with a much deeper, much longer cut just underneath his wings. Luke finished stitching the third cut and asked Michael to turn around. He did as he was told and turned for Luke to see. Luke covered his mouth and touched the skin around it. Michael yelled out and he began shaking again. "I've never seen a cut like this before. And believe me, I've seen a fair share of them. Michael what is this from?" He asked. "I-I don't know. It hurt like hell though. Oh son of a-Luke what's happening to me?" His voice cracked. The cut on his back started bleeding and Luke's eyes widened. "Y/N hand me the cloth and spray please." You basically threw them at him and he went to work. No matter how many times he cleans it and puts on the yellow paste, it wouldn't stop bleeding. "Mike you're losing a lot of blood. I'm gonna need you to lay on your stomach and I'm going to stitch it quickly alright? The numbing paste won't work so it's going to be painful." Michael nodded and carefully lay down and he made sure not to catch his stitches. Luke took a deep breath and laced the stitches. "Ready?" Michael scoffed. "As ready as I'll ever be to have a needle jammed into my back." "That's the spirit."

Luke's hands moved fluidly and made no mistakes. The blood covered his hands but he kept going. You noticed Michael gripping onto the side of the bed. You moved to the other side by his face and sat on the floor. You offered your hand and he took it and squeezed. He hissed a few times and screwed his eyes shut. "Almost done Michael." Luke said. You kissed Michael's cheek and his eyes flew open. One eye was green and the other was aqua. "Thank you for helping Y/N." He whispered. You nodded and hesitated before running a hand through his hair. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into your hand like a cat. You helped soothe him and get his breathing back to normal. He wasn't shaking anymore. Luke cut the wire and wiped the remaining blood off on the cloth. "Ok Michael. I'm going to put gauze and medical tape to keep it from getting infected." Michael nodded and kept his eyes closed. You were still holding one of his hands and the other was tangled in his hair. You took the time to admire his tattoo again and rubbed your thumb over it. It was so beautiful and small. The blue still stood out to you. Luke finished with Michael's wound and went into the bathroom go wash up. Michael opened his eyes and looked at you intently. "I never noticed how beautiful your eyes are." He said softly. You blushed and smiled. "Thank you." He nodded and his gaze went to your hands. You turned a brighter red and started to pull your hand away, when he caught it and twisted his fingers with yours. "I like your hands. They're soft. And warm." He commented. You bit your lip and looked at your hands as well. His were bigger than yours but they fit perfectly. You heard a throat clear and you looked back at Luke who was drying off his hands. "Michael no sudden movements for a while. Y/N don't tempt him." He smirked. Both you and Michael turned red and you let go of his hand. "I'm kidding guys. It was a joke."

You stayed with Michael the rest of the night and slept on the chair while he slept on the bed. When you woke up you stretched and winced at the discomfort in your neck. "I'm sorry you had to sleep on the chair. I should've asked Luke to stay with me so you could sleep in his bed." You looked at Michael and smiled. "Only been here a week and a half and I've already been invited into two boys' beds." You teased. Michael snorted and gently sat up. The cuts on his chest were already healing. His arms were still pretty bad, but they were slowly getting there. "Let me look at the one on your back." You said. He nodded and you noticed his eyes were both green. You stood up from the chair, wobbled a bit because your legs were stiff and sat on the bed beside Michael. You lightly pulled off the tape and gauze and the black stitches stood out. "It's better than it was yesterday I'll tell you that." It wasn't bleeding anymore thank god. "Thank you Y/N. For everything. I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I wish you didn't have to." His wings shuddered. "Michael you don't need to apologize." You said softly. He gave you a small smile and stood up slowly. He groaned and spread out his wings. They looked different than before. This time, they had white tips.

"Ok Mike. You're healing really well except for the one on your back. It's still pretty bad." Luke analyzed. Michael pulled his shirt back on, wincing at the movement. "Thanks Luke. I owe you." Luke smirked. "Everyone does." He winked at you and left the room. Michael smiled at you and rubbed his hands together. "I wanna show you something later tonight. Will you be available from ten to midnight?" He asked, his eyes very green. You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. "Depends. Where are you going to take me?" He waggled his eyebrows and left the room. Great.

The whole day you spent sleeping in the bed, hoping the pain in your neck (xD) would subside. You ended up setting the alarm clock next to his bed to nine pm. You had no idea what you were going to wear, no idea what was going to happen, and no idea what he was planning to show you. Soon you fell into a deep sleep.

The boy with the white wings was staring into your eyes, terrified. "Y/N you need to leave! He's going to find you. I know you don't want to, I don't want you to either. But you gotta trust me." A loud crack came from behind him and his head whipped around and he cursed. "Y/N go now." He said sternly. You held on to his arm and shook your head. "What about you? He's not going to let you live." Your heart broke just thinking about it. Another loud crack came from the other side and you heard a cry in pain. "Go!" The boy yelled and pushed you in a different direction. You ran and never looked back, for fear that if you did, your angel would fall. The same voice that sent shivers up your spine spoke eerily. "Time is running out. He can't be saved."

Eventually, the loud ticking of the clock disappeared and was replaced with the shrill ringing. You gasped and the last flash of the dream was the color of burgundy wings.

You decided on the green sweater you wore the second day you were in Doalim and of course another pair of black skinny jeans. So many pairs of tight pants. You let your hair fall down one side of your neck and pulled a brush through it. Surprisingly, you found a tube of mascara in your bag and thanked the angels. Looking in the mirror, you thought you looked older and beautiful. In the best way possible. The clock showed nine fifty five. You spent the last five minutes looking through the books Michael kept on his bookshelf. He had a wide variety of different literature. From Shakespeare to Edgar Allen Poe to The Hunger Games. You giggled at the inner teenage girl in him when a knock on the door came. You took a deep breath, smoothed your sweater, and opened the door.

He was stood there in black skinny jeans (duh) and a black hoodie, showing a red v-neck t-shirt which also showed a bit of his chest. His hair wasn't sticking out everywhere, but was hanging down the left side of his face. He smiled widely and he fidgeted with his fingers through the sleeves of his hoodie. He reminded you of a certain white winged boy, but you couldn't remember why. "Do you want to go for a walk?" He asked excitedly. You grinned and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind you. "Why not?"

"Time is running out. You must make a decision." Rang in your ears, walking down the hallway with the purple winged angel.