bury me in satin

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels Fiat Lux had ended in disaster, but Adam had counted himself lucky that he nor anyone he loved had been hurt in the chaos; as far as he knew, everyone he cared for was safe, had escaped - Amalia included. So when he heard that she was in the infirmary, hurt after being trapped under the rubble of the temple after a Demi-God had a funny five minutes, his heart stopped. With shaking hands and barely-moving lips he had managed to ask "...Is...is she alive?" For now, the answer had been. Before they'd even had a chance to finished the words he'd shifted and flown off in the direction of the infirmary, trying his best not to look at the destructed mess of the temple on the way, worried he might somehow see his best friend there, laid like a discarded doll along the stones. Nurses yelling at the bird zipping in through the door, he turned human as soon as he saw Amalia laying on the bed, smacking hard down on his knees. He didn't care. All that mattered was seeing her, knowing she was okay, knowing she'd be there for all the adventures they had yet to take. Too distressed to even give one of his usual jokes, Adam scrambled up and came around to the edge of Amalia's bed, going to hold her hand without thinking. "Ama. Ama, it's me. Adam." As if that wasn't painfully obvious; he could see her eyes were open, at least. "Are you okay? ...No, thats stupid. I..oh, fuck, I'm..." Unable to summon proper words, Adam leaned forward with his elbows on the bed, almost in tears as he clutched her hand tighter. But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean