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 ...