07-30-2009, 04:50 PM
The angel looked at the couch and then back at him. She knew he wanted her to sit, but she didnt want to, not on whatever that was. Still, he promised to make her better so she relented. Spreading her wings as to not crush them, carefully sat down and hugged herself. She was so cold it was ridiculous, and the rag on her head was not helping her at all! She waited for him to look at her scrapped knee, which was dirty with mud. If he bandaged it as it was it would be full of mud and likely get infected.
