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Voltaire-Feathery Wings

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You, there on the bridge
Where've you been, what's your name?

Blinding white light.
She blinked attempting to dispel the white sheet of nothing that appeared around her.
Before her, a bridge began to materialize. She tilted her head trying to focus on it. A figure stood upon the bridge. She tried to focus on the figure but small details seemed to escape her.
It looked oddly familiar.
She glanced around but was met only with the sight of more sheets of solid white.
“Where am I?”

And you, there on the wall
Where will you go to, once you fall?

When she looked back to the bridge she was shocked to find it gone. In its place, a wall stood adorned with a figure sitting with its back to her.
The same figure from before.
“What is going on?”
She tried to approach the figure but found that every time she took a step toward the wall it would move farther away.
“Hello?”
The figure didn’t respond.
She stopped moving toward it but the wall continued to move away.
Once again, she was left surrounded by a sea of white.

You, lost at sea
Do you need me, do you need directions?
Hey, put down the gun
What are you thinking?
You were someone's son

She cast her gaze around her once again and her eyes came to rest on a figure.
Not the one from before but it was familiar all the same.
He stood with his arms tense holding a gun. His eyes focused forward to an unseen assailant. The first thing she noticed was his appearance.
Fair hair and blue eyes made her realize who it was standing before her.
“Doc?”
He didn’t respond.
“Hey, Doc? What are you doing? Put down the gun and talk to me.”
The gun didn’t lower.
The rest of the scene materialized around them.

The taste of tears
The sting of pain
The smell of fear
The sounds of crying, oh

A woman sat sobbing at their feet. A man’s body lay next to her bloodied and torn.
She inhaled sharply and glance back to her friend. His eyes were locked on the woman and the gun was pointed at her.
“Nova? Come on, put down the gun. This isn’t you.”
Her heart rate quickened. This wasn’t him. He would never hurt a fly.
“Seriously, this isn’t funny, Nova. Put the gun down!”
She was yelling at him now but before she could move to stop him he had pulled the trigger. Her eyes squeezed shut but the sound never came.
Her eyes opened to see white once again.

A long, long time ago, I fell to this place
From another dimension
And thrust amongst the beasts
And the way they behave, it borders on dementia
Now through all these years
I can barely take it
I don't think I can make it
Take me away from here
I want to go home
I'm so sick and tired of

She squinted into the light. The table she was spread upon was cold and hard.
She carefully attempted to raise herself from her position but winced in pain and fell back. The thud of her head hitting the table resounded in the small room.
After the noise faded along with the pain, she turned her head to gaze at the room.
The morgue.
She was in the morgue. Confusion filled her and she realized that it was blissfully quiet. Silence filled her mind as well as the room she lay in. A small smile spread across her lips.
The trails of her conflict went unnoticed as they traveled down her face.

The taste of tears
The sting of pain
The smell of fear
The sounds of crying, oh

The sounds of footsteps approaching the door sent her heart racing. She snapped her eyes shut and slowed her breathing.
A creak and a sigh met her ears. Mumbling filled the room and she strained to hear what was being said.
The figure approached her side and she heard another sigh.
“I wish you would wake up, (y/n).”
At the sound of her companion's voice she inhaled sharply. Her eyes opened and met his crystal blue gaze.
“Your wish is my command, Doc.” She sent him a grin.
Shock was replaced by relief and he gave a low chuckle.
“How are you feeling?”
“A bit sore.”
“That is to be expected. You’ve been out for a month. This table isn’t the best but it was better than you being found and both of us dying.”
She laughed and winced slightly at the ache she felt.
“Fair enough. Do you-?”
He held the bottle that contained her pills out. She grinned and took them.
“You read my mind.”
He helped her sit up slowly and brought her water. He took a seat on the table next to her. They sat in silence for a few moments before speaking.
“What was it like?”
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

As you're standing at the edge of your life
What do you remember?
Was it all you wanted?

“It was...bright.” She turned her gaze to her bare feet.
Nova watched her intently, her expression a mix of confusion and some emotion he could not place.
“Is that all?”
A short silence passed between them.
“No, I saw,” she shook her head, “I don’t know what I saw. It’s kinda fuzzy now.”
The lie came much easier than the truth ever could.
“Well, it’s to be expected. Not many remember much from their near death experiences.”
She nodded and cracked her neck.
“A whole month?”
Nova scoffed.
“Yes, a whole month.”
She slid off the table and stretched. A grin stretching across her face.
“I think a night on the town is long overdue.”

I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings
I wish I could protect you here
Oh, please don't cry, now, smile
As you're standing at the edge of your life
Your troubles are over
Mine are just beginning

“I would advise against that.”
Nove gave her a stern look.
“I’ll take your advice into consideration, Doc.”
She slipped out the door with him close behind.
“If the Man Upstairs finds out-”
“Doc, you worry too much.”
A frustrated sigh accompanied him raking his hand through his hair.
“Far too much. That doesn’t change the fact that it is a bad idea.”
He watched as her figure slipped up the stairs. What had he expected? Her to wake up all remorseful and ready to run off and lay low?
A sigh slipped through his lips and he shook his head.
The knot in his stomach tightened considerably.