Beep

A girl lay asleep in a small, white hospital room. She had sandy-blonde hair that did not seem to match her pale, fragile skin. The girl looked as if, if dropped, she would break into thousands of soft, brittle porcelain pieces.

Beep

She was hooked up to an EKG machine which registered a weak but steady heartbeat. Her breath was jagged, as if someone was cutting off the air supply to her lungs.

Beep

A large window sat parallel to her hospital bed, giving a gorgeous view of the city's night-life. Small villas and piazzas lined the streets of the small European-styled city. The city itself was completely dark, as if blanketed by a strange, unseen force.

Beep

Suddenly, the window shattered into millions of glass shards and two winged beings, one with pitch black wings and the other with the purest of white wings, billowed into the small hospital bedroom. Of course, there was no one in the hospital at this time, only the nurses at the very end of the hallway, and they were all half-asleep so they couldn't hear the ruckus. The only one who heard the disaster was the girl inside the hospital room, who was no longer asleep. Her bright aqua-green eyes shined with fear and curiosity, and she stared at the two towering beings.

They both seemed to be male, one with long, wild, violet hair and amethyst eyes with raven-black wings; the other with much longer, tamer, and golden hair and beautiful amber eyes, flying on pure-white wings.

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The girl's heart was beating faster now, watching the two beings in front of her. The white-winged one was bleeding in many places, and his shoulder was sticking up sharply, apparently not in its socket, while the black-winged one stood towering over the bleeding one, about to strike him down.

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The girl could not watch any longer. She stood up from her bed and flung herself in between the two winged beings, dragging her IV bag along behind her. The black-winged one seemed utterly confused.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice sly and conniving.

"I-I will not a-allow you to hurt him anymore," the girl said valiantly. Her heart was pounding harder and harder with each passing second. The white-winged being stared at the girl in front of him with curious eyes.

The black-winged one laughed, amused. "Aren't you quite the joker," he said mockingly. "Now move." he attempted to push her out of the way, but the girl held her ground. "Perhaps you didn't hear me the first two times…" the black-winged one leaned close to the girl's face, his amethyst eyes locked with her aqua-green ones. Suddenly, the girl gasped. She knew this face.

"Y-You're…Phantom Thief…Dark!" she exclaimed. Dark laughed.

"Well, it certainly took you long enough, sweetheart," he took her small chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Now aren't you cute. Perhaps I should greet you properly." Dark drew her face even nearer to his own.

The girl was petrified. She was at the mercy of the infamous Phantom Thief Dark, trapped in a hospital with sleeping nurses. So the girl did exactly what she was thinking; she slapped him across the face, her frail hand trembling.

Dark was apparently surprised when she slapped him. He touched the red spot where she had slapped him and lifted an eyebrow. "You're cute, I'll give you that, sweetheart, but you're beginning to try my patience."

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The girl clutched her heart. It was beating horribly fast.

Dark seemed amused by this. "Are you scared?" he asked, his tone once again sly and smooth. "Don't be," he whispered. "Just step aside."

"I already told you," she whispered as well. "I won't allow you to hurt him anymore. N-No one deserves to be kicked when they're already down."

Dark shrugged. "Fine. Have it your way." Suddenly, the Phantom Thief launched himself into the air with his black wings and flew up above the girl. He turned to his white-winged adversary, a victorious glint in his eyes. "You're finished, Krad!"

The white-winged one, apparently called Krad, smirked. "I am afraid not, my friend," he said, his voice dripping with a heavy German accent.

Krad flexed his wings, crying out in pain as he did so, and suddenly hundreds of sharp, jagged white feathers came flying out from his wings and attacked the Phantom Thief. Dark cried out in pain as the knife-like flock of feathers collided into him. The black-winged being was hurled out of the broken window by the force of the blow and sent hurdling downward.

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In the heat of the fight, the girl had flung herself to the ground to protect herself from the crossfire. The girl, her heart racing and her breathing rapid, stood when she was sure that Dark was gone. She turned her attention to the white-winged being, Krad. His golden gaze pierced through her body and made her blood run cold with fear.

But suddenly, Krad's eyes glazed and he slumped to the floor. The girl gasped and ran to his side.

"Are you all right?" she put a hand on his shoulder, but he jerked away quickly.

"Don't touch me!" he ordered. "I-I don't need any help from you!" he then fell into a coughing fit. The girl ran to a cabinet and pulled out a white handkerchief. She approached Krad again, handkerchief held in her outstretched hand.

"Here," she said. "Take it."

Krad looked at the girl as if she were crazy. "What're you playing at?" he pushed her extended hand away. "I said I don't need any help from—" he started to cough vigorously again. Blood spurted from his mouth as he coughed.

The girl knelt to his level and pressed the handkerchief to his mouth gently. "You have internal bleeding. You need a doctor, and fast." She told him.

Once he had finished coughing, Krad gazed at the girl again, this time, more intently. "Why are you helping me?" he demanded. "Why did you protect me from Dark? You don't even know me."

The girl looked down. "I don't know," She admitted. "But what I do know is that you need medical attention, and fast." She started to get up to reach the call button to call a nurse, but Krad grabbed the hem of her hospital gown.

"No…" he whispered. "Y-You can't…" his breath was jagged and short. The girl sat back down.

"Then take off your shirt." She said bluntly.

Krad seemed taken aback by this. "Wh-What?"

"You heard me," she replied quietly. "Take off your shirt. I need to bandage your wounds and sew up the gashes and place your shoulder back in its socket."

"Excuse me?" the girl sighed in frustration.

"You dislocated your shoulder. If I don't get it back in its socket, you could lose all use of your arm." she explained

This time, Krad sighed and began taking off his coat and shirt.

After some time, for his wings were quite bothersome to get through the small hole in his garments, Krad's shirt and coat were off, and his upper-half exposed.

The girl had rummaged through the nurses' cabinets in her hospital room and found a First-Aid kit. Inside the kit were several packages of bandages, different ointments, hydrogen peroxide, and rubbing alcohol. She then got a bowl of water and a rag.

"Get comfortable," she told him, bringing the kit and bowl and her IV bag, and sitting down on the floor behind him.

"I still don't understand why you are doing this for me…"

"Be still. This might sting a bit." She picked up the rag and dunked it into the water. She squeezed a bit of the water out of the rag before gently touching it to one of Krad's wounds.

Upon contact, Krad cried out in pain and glared over his shoulder at the girl.

She winced. "I'm sorry…" she apologized. "But this is the only way to get the rotten blood off of the wound before I disinfect it." The girl touched the rag to the same wound again.

Krad again cried out in pain, his wings flailing about.

The girl screamed as one of the wings hit her arm. "That hurt!" she exclaimed, clutching her injured arm.

"Then you shouldn't have tried to help me!" Krad growled.

The girl's eyes filled with tears. "Would you stop being so mean to me for one moment? I'm trying to help you NOT get killed, so unless you want to DIE, I suggest you SHUT UP and QUIT COMPLAINING!"

Both were silent after the girl's rampage.

"Now," continued the girl, her tone back to its usual frail, frightened one, "We can forget about the cleaning for now. I have to reset your shoulder. Lie down, please."

Krad did as he was told.

Next, the frail girl positioned herself next to Krad above his left shoulder. She placed both hands directly on top of the shoulder.

"Are you ready?" she asked him.

Krad nodded bitterly.

"This will hurt…a lot." She added.

"Would you stop jabbering and just do it already?"

The girl nodded. "Take a deep breath," she instructed. Krad breathed in. "Now breathe out slowly." As Krad breathed out, the girl slowly applied more and more pressure to the shoulder until she heard a large POP. Krad cried out in agony. The girl dabbed his forehead with the wet rag. "I told you it would hurt. Just take it easy for a while. Don't strain yourself."

The girl got up, rolling her IV bag along with her, and washed her bloody hands in the sink.

"You…You n-never told me…your n-name…" Krad panted. The girl stopped and stared back at Krad. She smiled warmly.

"Wren…Wren Takimoto." Krad slowly sat up.

"Wren.." he repeated. "As in the bird…?" Wren rolled her eyes and took her place behind Krad, beside the water basin and the first aid kit.

"Yes, as in the bird. Now let's see if you can hold still." Wren dipped the rag into the water basin and touched it to one of Krad's more serious wounds. He flinched, but not as much as he had earlier. Wren smiled again. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Krad grunted. "Just get done, will you?" Wren sighed and continued to work. Once she was done cleaning the wounds, she began to put ointments on them.

As Wren worked, Krad would catch her eyeing his wings with much interest. Krad sighed, annoyed.

"Do my wings really fascinate you so much?" he asked.

"W-Well…" she stuttered. "Yes. I've never seen anyone with two real wings before."

"What makes you think that they're real? They could be glued on, for all you know."

Wren shook her head. "No. I know for a fact that they aren't glued on."

"Oh? And how do you know?"

"Well, for one, they respond to your movements, so they're tied into your spinal cord somehow. And if they were glued on, there would be glue residue on your skin around the contact point, which there isn't."

"Aren't you the little medical student." He said sarcastically.

Wren suddenly looked sad. "No…I wanted to be one…I was studying to be one…but…" Krad glanced over his shoulder. Wren shook her head. "No, not now…hold still. I have to sew this one up." She pressed an alcohol-soaked cotton-ball onto an enormous gash across Krad's back. He yelped in pain.

"That hurt…" he growled. Wren rolled her eyes.

"Be quiet will you? I need to sew this wound up."

"Hm? Why do you need to sew it up?"

"It will get infected if it stays open like this."

"Just put a bandage over it. I'll be fine."

"No, you won't. you only need about six stitches. It won't hurt…much."

Krad grunted. "Fine. Get it over with."

Wren nodded and rummaged through the kit until she found what she was looking for: a needle. She cleaned the needle thoroughly before stringing it with sanitary medical thread.

"Now hold still. I've never technically done this before…"

"Are you mad! You're going to kill me!"

"No, I'm not. I've practiced on dead bodies before, and latex dummies. It's a simple procedure, but I've just never really done it on a live person before…well, you're not a person…technically…but, anyway…be quiet and be still." Krad heaved a sigh and sat still. Wren, as gently as she could, pulled the two flaps of skin around the gash together. She could feel Krad tense in pain. "Please, try not to tense. If I even touch a tensed blood vein, it could burst, and you could bleed out. You can't handle any more blood loss, so please, try not to tense." He slowly but painfully relaxed. "Good…just take nice, deep breaths, and you shouldn't feel much pain." Krad started to breathe deeply and his heart rate slowed to a relaxed state. "Very good, Krad—" she suddenly realized that she had said his name for the first time since they had met. Wren quickly went back to work sewing up the wound as soon as she felt her face grow hot.

Finally, Wren tied off the wound three times and placed a bandage over it carefully.

"There. That takes care of that."

Krad slowly rose to his feet. "Thank you for your kindness, but I must leave now." he carefully fitted his wings through his shirt and coat and turned to leave. Then, a small, frail hand clung to the tail of his coat. He turned to see two aqua-green eyes staring back at him.

"I still haven't bandaged your other wounds…" Wren told him. Krad yanked his coattail out of her grasp. She was surprised, yet not surprised at the same time. She smiled warmly and waved goodbye to him as he flew out of the broken window on his pure-white wings.

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Wren had forgotten about the IV attached to her wrist and the EKG machine. She looked helplessly at the shattered window. How exactly am I going to explain this to the hospital committee? As if by cue, a white feather flew from out of nowhere and suddenly, the window was whole again. Wren smiled again and cleaned up the water basin and First Aid kit. Suddenly, she gasped. Underneath the First Aid kit was a shimmering-white feather. She picked it up and held it close to her heart. Even though I will probably never see him again, I will always remember him…Krad…the Angel.

hello, my wonderful reading peoples!. this is Shadeslayer390 here, and this is my 3rd fic on hope u like it and PLEASE R&R!