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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After dropping the unconscious being off in his room he was about to settle into a chair so he could watch but there was still that part of him, that small section in the corner of his subconscious, that, even though all the nightmares had been illusions he still needed to see Gabriel. Alive.

Careful not to wake the poor sleeping creature he padded out of the room and quietly shut the door. He would return. Yes, he would be right back, once he was certain that... that...

He searched every floor, quick pacing becoming a run as the aftermath filled his senses. Blood. Fear... So much of both it was thick in the air... He had to find Gabriel. He had to find Gabriel. Raphael was no Messenger; he could not simply know where someone was. But the tiny flickering presence seemed to reach for other celestial beings and soon he stumbled to a stop before a room that was not Gabriel's but the Warrior's.

Gabriel was asleep, watching over him, and Raphael could not help but smile. He quietly padded in, memories of how the Messenger had come to his room and found him in a bloody, mangled shape softly touched at his mind. The red-head wasn't in much different shape now, thanks to the nightmare's effects, but Raphael still allowed the affectionate smile to stay on his face. Well, his own healing powers were now completely gone, but now he knew... he didn't need them, did he?

Raphael pulled a fresh blanket from the closet and draped it over the sleeping Archangel. Then he got a bowl and filled it with water. Using a clean washcloth he sat on the edge of the bed and began to gently clean the blood from the unconscious Warrior.

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Raphael was very careful to make sure he didn't touch any part of the wing, gently humming as the dirt cleaned away like a layer of skin. He cleaned below the wings too before setting the dirty washcloth in the bowl. Gabriel could get the rest himself.

Rising to his feet he moved to drain the dirty water and clean the bowl and cloth. When he returned his heart melted at the sight of the Warrior just barely touching the Messenger with his wing while Gabriel responded by lightly touching his hand.

The smile still on his lips he quietly padded out and closed the door silently behind him. He stood for a moment, enjoying the feel of both their auras on the other side of the door. Everything is okay now... Everything... is okay...

He bowed his head in gratitude, thanking his Father for his brothers, his mentee, his new friends and the blessings that had come his way since arriving at the manor. The crimson wings softly ruffled.