Bed of Feathers

Sanae spent a few good minutes shaking, crouched on the floor. His fingers threaded through his own hair and pulled slightly at the roots. Cold sweat tickled his forehead. His breathing became erratic. And throughout all of this, the elderly human, Yu, found that he could only watch. Almost as if he knew that there was nothing that could be done. Though the situation confused and scared the old man, a buried instinct told him not to approach until the moment had passed.

After the angel had calmed a little, Yu helped his friend to his feet and manoeuvred him towards the guest bedroom. This brought about a few rather sluggish and feeble protests from Sanae though he was too weak to do anything other than lean on to the old man for support. In truth, the angel's head was still swimming and didn't really register what was happening.

He felt himself being lowered onto a mattress. His head sank slowly into the pillows as a duvet was placed on top of him.

Sanae rarely slept. As an angel, he hadn't had a real need to. But in the state he was currently in, his decision swayed away from practicality. Sleep is a comfort to any creature, whether they'd be from Earth or the Higher Plane. For this particular angel, it was a means of escape from an imploding reality. Or at least it was supposed to be. Reality, especially from the recent past, is nigh on impossible to escape from.


"Get him!"

A voice echoed in the corners of his mind.

"Daddy? What's going on?"

"Stay here son. You must stay here".

"Why?"

"Promise me".

"Daddy, I'm scared."

...

Bang!


Almost as swiftly as the whispers had started, the darkness vanished.

"Aren't you a strange one?" another voice echoed. Do you really love humans so much that you'd feel their pain? Hmm. 'To each his own' I suppose."

When the angel finally awoke, the light from the sun had faded to a misty orange glow. Still, his eyes twitched from the invasive light and refused to open. He lifted a sore hand from the bed and pinched the bridge of his nose to attempt to sooth his throbbing head. Sighing, the angel let his hand drop to his side again and relaxed in the warm light.

Sanae almost drifted off again but was stopped by a familiar and welcome voice that came from a distant room.

"You awake yet?"

The angel kept his eyes shut but moaned in response. The clutter of a dishes being placed in a sink sang for a moment before the voice spoke again.

"You gave me quite the scare Sanae, I'll give you that."

There was a pause and the sound of his slippers softly patting the carpet as he made his way to the door of the room. When the door opened, Sanae chanced a glance at him through half-lidded eyes. Yu's expression was on the border of surprised and disgusted. His eyes widened as his brow creased, and his mouth hung slightly open and gaped as if he was trying to find the right words. Yu then sighed and half smiled.

"Quite a mess you've made there", he stated in an uneven tone.

Confused, the angel lifted his head from the pillow and weakly pushed at the mattress until his body was in an upright position. His eyes shifted from his friend to scan the rest of the room.

Whoops.

"Did you let a pigeon in or something?" Yu asked. "There's feathers everywhere."

Indeed there were. Large white feathers littered the floor and armchair and bed like a gentle, soft, drifting cloud. Sanae looked to be in a nest rather than in the bed that he was currently sitting in.

"Those best not be from my pillows", Yu stated.

"Don't worry. They're mine."

Yu's face brightened a little as he chuckled. "All this? Ha! You must really like birds".

Sanae watched Yu turn to grin at him.

"Well then Sanae. It's good to see you looking better. Oh, and if I ever grow wings I'll let you know", he joked.