Gabriel heals Michael

[cattygabriel]

Time: May 1st 2003
Place: Michael's room, 309
Status: Private (Gabriel, Michael, Raphael) - Complete
Summary: Gabriel heals Michael. Continued from here.

Amazingly, Gabriel didn't face any nightmares on the way back, though the battlefield was still there. Perhaps Primoris was focusing on something - or someone - else.

He managed to get up to Michael's room, rushing to the Warrior's bed and biting his lip at the sight. Gabriel had healed his palms and as much of the wounds in his chest and back as was possible, but he had needed to conserve energy to get to the Dreaming.

Something skittered past outside the door and he shivered, reaching for his sword. Nothing opened the door, however, and he turned back to Michael, touching one of the wounds on his chest gently and wincing.

Drawing a deep breath, he bent over Michael and concentrated on channeling all his power into healing the wound, and doing something about the incredible amount of blood loss. Sinews slowly knit together, blood cells replenishing themselves. He'd managed to break two ribs as well too, and Gabriel focused on carefully setting the bones. Michael would still be weakened, sore and have open wounds when he woke, but it wouldn't be so bad, at least.

  Some time later, Gabriel finally allowed himself to rest. He'd done everything he possibly could for Michael; the intensive healing, combined with the nightmares from earlier and the sheer weariness, seemed to be tugging his eyelids down.

No. He had to keep watch. The nightmares were still there; something might enter the room...

Gabriel fought sleep for a while, but he was too drained, and his eyes slowly shut.

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[cattygabriel]

"Thank you," Gabriel squeezed his hand lightly before curling up, catlike, in the chair. "I apologise for imposing. Wake me if you need anything. Healing, water, anything."

[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

Michael nodded, gave a non-commital hum, and fell back asleep, completely content.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel watched him through half-closed eyes for a few moments, the smile a little stronger, before he too drifted off to sleep.

[halosphere.livejournal.com]

Raphael's tender smile brightened as he came away from the door. He just felt so happy, not at all like the useless angel that had arrived at the manor not too many days ago.

As he moved down the hallway he moved his hands up subconsciously to pull back his braid, only to remember it wasn't there anymore. Just jagged, uneven streams, some coming to his chin, others touching his shoulder. He let his arms drop, shuddering slightly at how he almost cut off his own wings. Because Gabriel had been killed and rats were tugging at blue-tipped wings and... and...

He stopped walking, closing his eyes and taking a long, slow deep breath.

It was the past.

This was now.

Now he had his brothers. Now he had Aziraphale. Now he had new friends and a safe place to stay.

Now, he was truly free of the nightmares that tormented him in his memories.

He continued down the hallway to where he had laid the unconscious being.