With Wings The End
Jeffrey found her on a gurney in the hospital hallway, just one of dozens lining the walls. She raised her arm when he saw her, and he marched down the crowded corridor, jostling distraught families holding vigil over their loved ones. The typical hospital disinfectant smell was noticeably missing. He’d smelled vomit earlier, and could now smell human feces from someone who’d s**t their pants. He could actually smell the sweat of human despair, or maybe that was his own depression getting the best of him.
One man had a blackbird sticking out of his chest, and the old woman next to him had two fingers bandaged on one hand. The man looked dead, like they all did once the heart took form of a blackbird and broke through the chest. It was only a matter of time before the b
