~Alex~
"God freakin' damn it."
"Language." a nurse mentioned. Wait, SOMEONE SAW ME?!
"Hey, uhm. You see me?" I asked crazily asked a person beside.
"Yes, silly." The nurse smiled.
I looked over to Death who was trying hard not to laugh. "You know, souls I've brought here before are more concerned about their bodies than being seen by angels."
"Angels?" Now that I think about it, that nurse did have a gentle and calming aura surrounding her. That and she was partly glowing white.
"Welcome to the gate ways. Well, at least one of the gate ways." She spread her arms. "The nexus of heaven, hell, and all other dimensions."
Unsettling yet amazing. Everything looked exactly the same as the insides of Clinton's except for a lot of things. In place of the main door was a pair automatic sliding doors made of a glass with kaleidoscope like features. The floor was made of grey translucent glass, enough for you to see the flickering flames beneath it. The walls are exactly the same beige walls lined with blue paint. There were still doors but it seemed they open to a new place every time. The front desk was just by the intersection of corridors, one of which veering to the left and the other to the right. The staff was replaced with glowing men and women with wings or at least it seemed like it. Otherwise they looked like normal doctors and nurses. It was like a normal busy hospital, but with Angels, Death, and Demons.
"This still Clinton's?" I muttered.
"Yes, technically. Hospitals and police stations are both nexuses." she looked around as if looking for someone. "They both have very strong connections to people; hospitals because that's where most people are brought to upon life sickness, life threatening situations, or death; police stations because the souls of murderers and sinners are locked within it's walls awaiting both physical and spiritual judgement."
"Uhm, What?" And here I was, just trying to comprehend the nature of my situation.
"Oh, wait here!" She briefly mentioned before disappearing through the corridor. "Michael!"
I stood in the middle of the lobby waiting for Death. A few minutes past and I was growing a bit anxious. I also grew a bit curious. I wonder if this still works like a normal hospital. I pushed myself to move towards the front desk area, ever so nervous and cautious.
"Ah, Miss. Can you point me to the room of a Mr. Alex Anderson?"
"Relationship with the patient?" She raised an eye brow at me.
"Ah... Erm... Ahaha. That's me."
"Accompanied by who?"
"He's with me." over my shoulder, Death was moving towards me with a doctor. Or is it an angel? You know what? For the sake and purposes of this moment, I'll call him Dr. Angel.
Death looked angry. Her once smiling and curious nature now looked like she was ready to kill what was already dead. Her eyebrows met and her smile has now melted into an angry frown. I can sense a presence in the air, as if the air pressure suddenly spiked making my ears pop.
"Death." the woman at the desk smirked at Death, making her angrier.
"Life." her gaze was deadly that I felt the sudden urge to stand back and walk away... Slowly.
"This is Dr. Michael Anghel. Or better known as the Archangel Michael." still staring at Life. "He knows where your body is and how it's doing. Go. NOW."
I went with Dr. Anghel. I looked back as we slowly walked towards the hallway, hearing unspoken words of their staring contest. Whatever backstory they have was so unpleasant, it can literally be felt from beyond Life and Death.
As we walked down the hallway, Dr. Anghel kept on reading his files out loud, statuses of other patients, their conditions, and how to heal them. His long laboratory gown was only a feet above ground and his agile movement made it look like he was floating. He had blonde, clean cut hair that curled a little bit at the tip. His eyes were blue and full of hope. His skin whiter than snow white's. His image flicked from normal human to glowing doctor with wings. It was a sight to behold.
He stopped so suddenly I bumped into him almost throwing us both out of balance. "Oh, sorry! I got a little bit pre-occupied with this. We were never properly introduced." He extended his hand to mines. "Dr. Michael Anghel. Angel by birth, Archangel by appointment, and Doctor by profession."
"Alex, former journalist, dying spirit, hoping not to be deceased." I shook his hand firmly while looking him in the eye.
He laughed. "I like you, Alex. You have a sense of humor."
"Thanks?" I gave him an awkward smile.
"Anyway, inside the room to my left is your body and anyone inside that room at the given moment." he patted the door numbered 656. "Now, gather your thoughts before going in. It can be a little....otherworldly and shocking. See you around!"
He turned around and walked away. I was left in front of the door where my body was.
Am I ready? Who's with my body? Am I gonna live?
All of these and a lot more were running through my mind as of this very moment. It was very nerve racking. But I must do what I must. I closed my eyes and breathe deeply as I slowly opened the doors a braced myself for the unknown.