Vision

The first thing I remember is cold, then light, then pain, blinding pain. When I open my eyes there are three men standing over me, the streetlights above giving them the essence of haloed angels, three beautiful angels; a blonde haired angel, a black haired angel, and one last angel with shocking red hair. The blond haired angel is crouching beside me, his hand on my face.
“I think they’re coming around.” He says softly to the other two. “Hey sweetheart, can you hear me?” I can hear him but don’t have the strength to answer, I try and open my mouth enough to articulate words but only a low moan comes out.
“It’s okay, shh, you’re okay, and we won’t hurt you.” The blonde one whispers, his hand now brushing my hair out of my face.
“Can they stand up?” the black haired angel asks from above me.
“For fuck’s sake guys would you at least cover them up?” the red haired angel growled. “The poor kid must be fucking freezing.”
He was right, I was freezing, and I would have thanked him if I could. I close my eyes for a moment as a jacket is placed over me and try to gather my senses; once I feel strong enough I lift my left hand up to touch the face of the blond haired angel, making sure this isn’t all a dream. When my finger lightly pokes his face he smiles and almost giggles. I didn’t know angels laughed.
“Guys, come here I think they are doing a little better, you were right Gerard, they must have been freezing half to death out here.”
Gerard, that name sounded familiar, but there is no way I could have known an angel. I almost smiled before I heard a shout from further away; it must have been the red haired angel apparently named Gerard, since I could no longer see him standing over me. I saw him come back into my line of sight and whisper into the black haired angel’s ear.
“Shit.” Said the black haired angel, “Patrick, get them up, we have to get out of here now.”
There was a sense of urgency in his voice that made me nervous, but now I had another name, Patrick and Gerard. Now I only had to figure out the black haired angel’s name. I felt myself rolled slightly onto my side before all of the weight in my body was distributed between Patrick’s two arms, and he carried me to what seemed to be the exit of a parking garage and kept me on his lap in a small black car, all the way to wherever we were going.
Patrick kept brushing my hair with his fingers and shushing me, telling me that it would be all right, I could see Gerard sitting across from Patrick and I, his head in his hands one minute and pulling at his hair the next.
“Are you sure Brendon?” He whispered to the black haired angel.
“Yes I’m goddamn sure, I’m not an idiot. This is the only thing we can do for now.” And there is the third name.
So I was in a black car with three angels named Gerard, Patrick, and Brendon, all of whom I had never met before, heading to an unknown destination and I was not even strong enough to stand up. Fantastic.

Notes

It's back! This is my second time posting this story! I've revamped the plot and changed quite a bit but left some of the fan favorite scenes in! I hope you can all enjoy this story and stick with it till the end! I've actually got the entire thing written out already so I will be posting 1 chapter per day without fail until the story is over!
Love you all!
-Skeleton