A groan ripped from his lungs as his consciousness faded back. His head felt hot, and ached as he shifted. The rustling of his wings was a familiar sound, almost comforting as his head ached. It didnβt help his headache, but it was peaceful. Reaching up wish his hand, he felt a wet substance on his forehead. Glancing to his fingers, he stared at the crimson that coated the tips. The angel glanced around, noticing a car with a trailer. Then it clicked. A dry chuckle escaped him. Had he just been hit by a car? Interesting.
Staggering to his feet, he could hear an older, gruff man arguing with you for having hit an angel. You must have been the shittiest driver. That, or you had been distracted. Nicholas rolled his shoulders, stretching the appendages, letting sand fall from his white feathers. Most people when they saw him knew to stop their cars and offer a lift, or at least go around. Not you though, you hit him. Intentionally or not, that was humorous to him.
Trudging forward, his head throbbed. No, he wasnβt happy he was hit with a trailer triple, maybe quadruple, his size. βDonβt worry yer pretty heads over me, I was blessed by the man upstairs. Iβm tough.β Nicholas chuckled, his brown eyes focused more on you though. βSo yer the one who hit me. Ya would think the wings would be enough ta make ya avoid hittinβ me.β He chuckled, resting his hand that wasnβt covered in blood atop your head. Nicholas wasnβt really looking for an apology.
He was looking to milk the situation to at least get patched up and get a free meal. Just because he was an angel didnβt mean he got by.