The hospital didn’t have wheelchairs. Instead, two burly angels—there was no other word he could find for them that would fit—came into his room with a padded set of straps, which they used as a sling to sit him in.
“Where are you blokes taking me?” Ian inquired with a grin.
“The physician has ordered you to get some sun and fresh air.” One of the men smiled back.
Quickly and efficiently, Ian was placed in the sitting hammock and lifted between them. They proceeded out of the room and down a long hallway, where they passed more angels, of which a couple wore the red robes of physicians. Ian watched with fascination all the industrious activities. If one were to dismiss the fact that everyone carried a huge set of wings on their backs, it would be very easy to accept his being in a ho
