Frightengale

Nurse Jennifer Bates was doing her rounds around the hospital when she noticed a person that she didn't expect to see; Peter, a man who was being treated for his wounds in a car crash. Based on his injuries, he shouldn't be leaving the hospital alive. Most nurses and doctors would be happy to see a patient return home, but not Jennifer.

No drunk driver should be able to survive over ten lacerations, including ones on their inner organs. Peter was fortunate enough to be sent to a hospital with donated organs available, but the driver he hit with his car wasn't so lucky. As the victim's family grieved their lost, Peter got to live to deal with legal issues.

And that didn't sit well with Jennifer.

After days of ordering his wife Kate around, Peter settled into his bed to watch some TV one night. Kate was preparing to sleep in the guest room when she heard a gentle sweeping sound down the hallway. Thinking it was the TV being too loud, she continued her nighttime routine. It wasn't until she recognized her husband's screaming that she carefully looked out into the hallway.

The stranger's eyes pierced through the holes of her red mask at Kate. Blood decorated her lab coat and surgical knife. Without a word, she glided down the stairs and out the door. Feathers fell out from under her coat and floated behind her.

"Wait!" Kate exclaimed in the doorway. "I thank you for your service, but who are you?"

Without uttering a single word, the angel revealed a set of marvelous wings from under her coat and took flight, dropping a business card. Written in red, glossy letters was a name:

Frightengale.