Snippet #1834615

Max's train of thought was interupped by a soft, graceful voice. "Just cleaning the floor, don't mind me."

The voice sounded very familiar, but Max's thoughts were too jumbled to remember. The shock of the fall had still rocked his mind and he couldn't think quite straight. Max nodded at the janitor girl as she entered the room. Her back was turned towards him so he couldn't see her face. Max slowly laid back down on the hospital bed. Angels. He had remembed going to church with his parents when he was little and remembered everything about angels, God, miracles and all. After his parents died, he had forgotten all about that stuff and stopped going to church all together. Max stared up at the ceiling once again and let out a heavy sigh. He was bored out of his mind. The nurse said it wouldn't be long till they discharged him, but he had been waiting for hours. Max glanced at the janitor girl silently mopping the floor. Maybe he should start up a conversation with her. There was really nothing else to do besides staring at the white ceiling above him. But he had been doing that for the past three hours.

"Hey-..... do you believe in angels?"