Pyro lay on his bed, deep in a coma. He had pushed himself far beyond his limits, and now he was paying the price. Every now and then, angels would peek around the doorway to look at him, this strange angel that managed to hold his own with Creed. They saw a pale, worn, scarred face that looked strangely peaceful in its sleep. Pyro's book lay on a nearby table, recovered from the ruins of the Moscow base. Pyro's sword had vanished when he passed out. Meanwhile, Pyro's mind, which was, as was sometimes the case with comas, detached from his body, watched the giggling angels, floating cross-legged in the air.
"Weirdos," he thought, "leave my body alone." Some of the young angels were daring each other to touch Pyro. One of the angels, bolder than the rest, crept forward. Pyro waited until he was inches away, then appeared before the kid. "Hey! Quit trying to touch me, you perverts!" The angels screamed and ran away, some of them laughing at the unfortunate boy who had been trying to touch Pyro. "Argh, I'm bored." Pyro said. He found his detached mind did not require sleep, so he could not escape boredom through slumber. He had visited the Angel Library, read a few of the books. Pyro, to pass the time, had chosen to read some of the deep philosophical books. (in fact, these are the only books that actually slow me down in reading, because I have to think about each word) "I better get out of this coma soon," he thought, "or I won't be able to receive the promotion."
"Weirdos," he thought, "leave my body alone." Some of the young angels were daring each other to touch Pyro. One of the angels, bolder than the rest, crept forward. Pyro waited until he was inches away, then appeared before the kid. "Hey! Quit trying to touch me, you perverts!" The angels screamed and ran away, some of them laughing at the unfortunate boy who had been trying to touch Pyro. "Argh, I'm bored." Pyro said. He found his detached mind did not require sleep, so he could not escape boredom through slumber. He had visited the Angel Library, read a few of the books. Pyro, to pass the time, had chosen to read some of the deep philosophical books. (in fact, these are the only books that actually slow me down in reading, because I have to think about each word) "I better get out of this coma soon," he thought, "or I won't be able to receive the promotion."
