Proud mom moments

Hospitals and truths

do you ever just ... picture a whole scene, a whole fan fiction in your head, you know how to place every single word of the english dictionary that you need (or your language dictionary), you know how to structure your sentences, you know just what your characters are going to say to each other and then... and then you just open Microsoft word.
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"Hold it right there Adam!" Lucifer hovered in the air. He thrust a gloved finger in the head angles direction. "How dare you disrupt a nice evening where people are enjoying a school day and coffee? That's a crime I cannot forgive!

"Vaggie! Hang in there!" Charlie shouted, unable to see what was going on through the frantic mass of bodies she elbowed out of the way. She wasn't sure what her plan was other than to create a distraction and buy her best friend a chance to escape.

"Why is it only targeting vaggie?" Charlie thought aloud. The mask monster paid no mind to the dozens of people fleeing.

Vaggie crawled to her feet and tried to run, but she instantly fell to her knees as if something was broken. Her voice rang out, and for an instant, she was too terrified to look back - the flying monster named lute was going to strike again, and she couldn't evade it. Anticipation mingled with dread until she passed out.

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3 days later.

In the waiting room of a hospital.

Carmilla stepped close. "These new angels... It's not like anything we've ever encountered before."

"You're right," Lilith said. "These angels that Adam is training are different. They're stronger and have a different look to them."

Lucifer suddenly spoke up. "...so when are you going to tell vaggie the truth about her angel heritage?"

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When vaggie's eyes fluttered open, they were met by a drop-down ceiling with an unfamiliar pattern. Stale air, redolent of disinfectant, filled her senses.

Beep. Beep. Beep. She glanced over and saw a heart rate monitor. An IV was snugly nestled in her left wrist.

"Great, just great," she said. Her throat was so dry, the words barely registered.

"Vaggie? Are you awake?" A voice pitched high with concern pierced the sterile atmosphere.

Turning, she spotted Charlie seated on an outdated, uncomfortable-looking fabric chair. Their eyes locked, and Charlie surged forward, crossing the room to her side.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" she exclaimed. "I felt so helpless, I couldn't do anything! Vaggie, I feel awful, this is all my fault. I'm the one who suggested going out today after school, I'm so sorry!"

"Whoa, slow down." Vaggie forced a smile and touched her forehead. When Charlie looked up, vaggie stroked her face, a tender moment passing. Charlie's concern made her heart swell to know she was cared about so deeply.

"I'm fine," vaggie said. "But what happened to the monster? Is everyone okay?"

"Yes, everyone is alright. And my dad ran some guy named Adam and his group off. Your sisters got you to safety. Then your mom showed up, and she and them helped get you to the hospital. I've been waiting three days for you to wake up."