Yeah, so Bas wasn't sure how, but he had ended up on his back between one moment and the next. Nina Angel hovered over him, alternating between his wounds and her tools. And he felt himself a little out of it.
You know, just a little, is all. High and suddenly you realized you were on the ground and it kinda felt nice. And how long, anyway, had you been down. Hours? Nope. It was seconds. Always just seconds.
He felt something touch his face and he opened his eyes. I thought my eyes were open? Would explain it. Sorta. Memories seemed to stir, songs floating in the air, hovering over him high above the pews, flying among the vaulted ceilings and windows, raining down like the warm arms of the Holy Mother embracing him.
And the pain seemed to melt away. Well okay, not exactly. But like the sheltering warmth was overwhelming the agony. Of course, she was an angel! A dream of the Sacred Heart.
A murmur, a voice, seemed to come from somewhere outside. He opened his eyes. Wait!? Again? They felt stuck. But they finally opened.
Angel Nina was over him, just like his dream. And she was applying something. Her hands on his chest and ribs were soft. And she asked about his work. He whispered, "Buddy of mine has a shop. Keeps it clean. Knows what he's doing." He looked into her eyes. "You should give it a shot, Angel. Be nice on you..." His voice drifted off, too weak to continue. Not so bad, he thought. I can get used to this. Gorgeous Angel over him, touching him. Only thing better woulda been her hair falling into his face, tickling him as he kissed her.
Yeah. You know how dumb people can be, right? Because suddenly he felt as if someone has stabbed him everywhere. Blackness took him.
You know, just a little, is all. High and suddenly you realized you were on the ground and it kinda felt nice. And how long, anyway, had you been down. Hours? Nope. It was seconds. Always just seconds.
He felt something touch his face and he opened his eyes. I thought my eyes were open? Would explain it. Sorta. Memories seemed to stir, songs floating in the air, hovering over him high above the pews, flying among the vaulted ceilings and windows, raining down like the warm arms of the Holy Mother embracing him.
And the pain seemed to melt away. Well okay, not exactly. But like the sheltering warmth was overwhelming the agony. Of course, she was an angel! A dream of the Sacred Heart.
A murmur, a voice, seemed to come from somewhere outside. He opened his eyes. Wait!? Again? They felt stuck. But they finally opened.
Angel Nina was over him, just like his dream. And she was applying something. Her hands on his chest and ribs were soft. And she asked about his work. He whispered, "Buddy of mine has a shop. Keeps it clean. Knows what he's doing." He looked into her eyes. "You should give it a shot, Angel. Be nice on you..." His voice drifted off, too weak to continue. Not so bad, he thought. I can get used to this. Gorgeous Angel over him, touching him. Only thing better woulda been her hair falling into his face, tickling him as he kissed her.
Yeah. You know how dumb people can be, right? Because suddenly he felt as if someone has stabbed him everywhere. Blackness took him.