Michael is a difficult patient

[cattygabriel]

Date: May 3rd
Place: Michael's room, the lobby, and back to Michael's room
Status: Private (Gabriel, Michael) - Complete
Summary: Gabriel leaves for a short while and returns to check on Michael, only to find him missing.

Ms Hodges had been quite understanding about letting Gabriel have a few days of unpaid leave to take care of Michael; she'd offered to have a doctor look at him, but Gabriel didn't feel like explaining the wings or the sword wounds. He was staying in Michael's room most of the time, returning to his own room only to sleep, feed the cats and shower.

Running a hand through still-damp hair, he pushed open Michael's door and paused, staring at the empty bed.

"Michael?" he called, but was unsurprised when no answer came. Sighing, he stepped out of the room.

I need to find Michael. And he knew that Michael was at the bottom of the stairs leading to the first floor. Taking the steps two at a time, Gabriel ran down. He paused at the sight of Michael sitting on the bottom step, huge golden wings drooping limply.

"Michael, you should be in bed."

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[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

Michael was hoisted to his feet, and he was too tired now to either help or hinder Gabriel's efforts. "'k," he said weakly.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel moved back up the stairs carefully, supporting Michael's weight. They eventually made it back to Michael's room, where he gently lowered the Warrior onto the bed and held a glass of water to his lips.

[angelofawesome.livejournal.com]

Michael was only being kept awake by cold water dripping down the sides of his mouth, with a little bit actually going inside it.

The world was turning now, and the only way he felt secure at all was to have his eyes closed.

Eventually he wasn't even aware of Gabriel's Presence nearby, conflicted.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel put the water down and shifted Michael on the bed, moving him into a more comfortable position, before pulling the blanket up to his shoulders and placing a hand on his forehead. He winced at the temperature.

Michael had wanted him to... to leave until he... Gabriel shook his head. There's nothing to realise. I had a moment of weakness. It will pass. He did not see Michael in that light, whatever being kissed may have felt like.

Curling up alone on his bed with one of the cats sounded nice; Michael wasn't well, though, and he couldn't just leave him. Pulling a chair up to the bedside, he sat and begin to wipe Michael's brow with a cool cloth.

Gabriel pushed Michael's curls out of his damp forehead, fingers lingering for a moment as a tiny, affectionate smile played on his lips. You'd better recover soon.