My heart sank. It wasn't him. This man's hair was dark blonde like my own. It was mid-length and neatly gelled to one side. Why did angels always look like impossibly beautiful models? Was that a prerequisite? I closed my eyes again. My body hurt.
"Are..." I coughed a bunch of blood. I felt it land on my shirt and dribble down my chin.
"Hush," he said.
"Don't..." Another coughing fit struck me. This was not good. I probably injured something internally. "Heal," I whispered, directing energy to my lungs and stomach. I could feel the pink magic working a little. It flickered on and off inside me. It wouldn't be much, but after a time, it would stop the bleeding.
"Do you need a hospital?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Hom..." I croaked.
"I figured."
A moment later, we landed. I heard him
