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Not So Little Injuries

Tw: hospitals and broken legs because i need to break the legs of my comfort characters

It was a beautiful day in hell. Well, at least beautiful compared to most days they had. It was a pretty boring day to say the least. Charlie was busy with paperwork and didn’t want Vaggie to get stressed out by it so she didn’t let her help. It was very frustrating for the fallen angel. She wasn’t a baby (uh-huh, definitely not), she didn’t need to avoid things that’ll give her a little stress!

However, there were no redemption activities for the day since Baxter was busy with projects and Angel was at work, leaving Vaggie extremely bored

Looking out the window of their bedroom suite, she saw that it was a pretty peaceful and nice day out. Not too many gunshots and screaming happening and there was barely any smoke in the skies. So she decided to go out for a flight. Normally, Charlie hated it when she would go flying. She didn’t want her to get hurt since many sinners were not a big fan of an angel being down in hell and flying would make her a VERY easy target. But Charlie didn’t have to know. All she had to know was that Vaggie went out to get some fresh air

She spread her wings at the top of her little pirate ship area. Luckily, she was wearing her shirt that had a little opening in the back so she could use her wings. She took off to the skies and started to fly over pentagram city.

The view was amazing. She hadn’t flown over the city before due to Charlie’s overprotectiveness. She didn’t really know why. It was amazing!

The breeze felt nice against her face and feathers as she soared. She hadn’t felt so at peace in a while. Until a loud bang was heard and she felt a sharp pain in her right wing and a sinner yelling

“Die fucking angel!”

There was a bullet wound in her right wing. Unfortunately, this little incident made her wings go into defense mode. She still didn’t have full control over them and it caused them to stop soaring and start wrapping protectively around her body.

Vaggie started tumbling towards the edge of a building at a rapid speed. She tried to spread her wings to slow the fall but they weren’t cooperating. She aimed towards a roof top and crashed through a billboard. She tumbled and rolled on roof until the friction finally helped her stop.

She laid there for a bit, crumpled up in the fetal position. Once the adrenaline rush died down, her right leg hurt so much and her shin was already bruising really badly. Tears started to run down her face. She hated how weak and pathetic she was. Obviously, this wasn’t the worst pain she’d ever felt, but it had been three years since she was last badly injured. Her pain tolerance went down in those years after being safe for a while. This was good and bad.

She knew how pissed Charlie would be if she found out she went flying but unholy hell, it hurt so bad. Not to mention the bullet wound in her wing.

She started to feel very alone and vulnerable suddenly. Vaggie needed her mama and she needed her now. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cracked phone. Luckily, it still worked and she opened it, clicking on Charlies contact and clicking call.

“Hey, Babe, you need something?” Charlie picked the phone up almost immediately. She always did when it was vaggie.

Vaggie tried to form some words to explain her situation but all that came out were sobs.

“Vaggie?! Are you alright?! Where are you?!” Charlie yelled over the phone, clearly in a panic. She did not expect to hear her girlfriend crying in pain.

“W-w-wooftop n-n-near-” another cry. “C-cannbal town”

“Okay, sweetie, I’ll be right there. Are you hurt?”