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Scott didn't remember much about falling, just about how much it hurt when he landed. Truly, the worst thing about it was that he had broken his left wing, and he was with child, due at any moment. He couldn't even hide his wings from human sight because of his injuries, unable to heal himself because of the exertion of falling from Heaven. It was an unfortunately cold night, light hair becoming peppered with snowflakes as he walked barefoot down the side of a sparsely used highway, dressed in a loose shirt and jeans, the only thing he could think of that looked human as he fell when he needed a disguise. Scott held his belly as he walked, hating that he began feeling mild contractions as he walked, turning slightly as he saw a car. He couldn't even become invisible to hide. Here he was, light brown wings splayed, one visibly broken, extremely vulnerable to any demons that would come across him. Scott hoped this was at least a human; they would be shocked but wouldn't try to kill him as a demon would.