This Life I Live - Gabriel x Reader

Interesting...

Don't stop, they'll catch you, you though. Pushing the brambles away from the bottom of the hospital gown, you ran faster. Lights were coming on behind you and voices were yelling. "She's gone! Get the dogs, she can't get out. I think she's a Code Red, too. The boss ain't gonna be happy," said a woman's voice from the shadows. You froze and pushed your back up against the nearest tree. She emerged and said, "There you are. You've caused quite a few problems, haven't you, little bitch?" A hand flew out and made contact with the side of your face. You slid down the tree, not caring about the scratches on your back. "Now you're going back inside and you'll have Doctor Buell to deal with. He won't be happy with you, will he? And you don't like him when he's mad..." You put your hands up to shield yourself as she hit you over and over and over and...

You sat up in the bed only to be restrained from sitting all the way up by a pair of Velcro straps. It was just a dream. You were still in the hospital where your foster parents had dropped you off a few months ago. Every wall was a blinding white and everything else was a pale blue that reminded you endlessly of Antarctica. The only colorful thing in the whole room was your roommate, Angel's, bright blue hair she'd colored the night before she got admitted. She was much sweeter than her outward appearance suggested and one of the many friends you had here. You would just have to wait for the nurse to come by and undo your restraints for the day. All suicidal patients had to tied down at night by law.

"Morning, sleepyhead," said Angel without lifting her head. You grunted and she let out a small chuckle. "Heard someone pass by just a few minutes ago, so we should be able to get out of here soon, pretty girl." Right as she finished her sentence, the door opened and a rather short man came through. "Morning, ladies. Breakfast is in the cafeteria. Have a nice day," he said briskly, undo your restraints and then Angel's. "Today's Visitor Day, y'know. I think my grandparents are coming this time," she said. "Maybe they'll get you out of this hell hole," you joked. "Wouldn't that be nice? Let's get to breakfast, I'm starving," she said, running a hand through her long, blue hair. She might be a few years older than you, but she was still more fun to hang out with than the rest of the nut jobs in this place.

Breakfast came and went. Then private and group therapy, and then it was time for visitors if you had any. You'd never had one, so you went back to your room and laid down to think and listen to the music on the radio. Flopping down, you stared at the ceiling overhead and whispered lightly along with the words. "The songs on the radio are okay. But my taste in music is--" The door opened again and the same short man came through. "Miss (Y/L/n), you have a visitor. Please come out and interact," he said. His voice was warmer this time. Deciding he probably wan't a morning person, you grunted and got up.

You were honestly surprised by the sight that greeted you. It was a man you'd never seen before. "Miss (Y/L/n), this is Gabriel. He's volunteered to spend time with a patient who doesn't usually get patients. He chose you. You should be honored. With his help, there's a chance you could get out earlier than your designated time frame," the man introduced you. Gabriel stuck out his hand for you to shake, but you waited for the other man to leave. His amber eyes never left yours until your hand shot out and flipped his hand over. A few light scars here and there, but that was to be expected. Something seemed to be glowing under the skin on his wrist.

"I didn't pick you, y'know. I don't even know your name. I just saw you and thought you needed a sarcastic little shit in your life," he said. You looked up into his eyes and smiled. "(Y/n). My name is (Y/n). I think everyone needs a sarcastic shit every now and then," you replied, dropping his hand. "So tell me, what landed you here?" he asked, leading you both to an empty couch in the corner. "Isn't that a bit brash to ask?" He shrugged and you couldn't help but smile again. "My foster parents didn't believe me when I said I saw a two chicks chop off a whole family's head after the family kidnapped me and tried to make me a vampire. Nice people. Mother and daughter. Jo and Ellen were their names, I think. But it was just a dream, so I'm waiting to pop this place," you explained, leaning back against the back of the couch.

"Oh, you don't believe it was a dream, do you, sweetheart?" he said, his eyes dancing. "Hell, no," you said shortly. Normally, you didn't tell people you didn't trust this, but something in him made you want to trust him. "Good girl. Knows her crap. Maybe I could give you my number and we can talk, even on days when I'm not allowed in," he whispered, scooting closer to you. "I'm not saying no," you said with a smirk. He leaned back again and laughed. It was a wonderful sound that matched him perfectly. Talking to him seemed easier than it did to anyone you'd met in a long time. 

You talked until you were the last person in the room and it was minutes before quiet time. Talking to him was more fun than you'd had in a while, and truth be told, he wasn't hard on the eyes, either. These big, beautiful golden eyes that shone when you laughed at one of his stupid comments, a messy, yet tidy, load of matching hair, and his arm game was almost too  strong. He was just a really funny, sweet, smexy guy and he seemed to be equally into you. One more ridiculous story about him and one of his seeming thousands of brothers, and a stubby, overweight woman came in and said, "Visitor hours are over, darlings. Time for your quiet time, Miss (Y/L/n)," she said with a sweet smile. "May I have this moment alone with my girl?" asked Gabriel, his eyes pleading. She smiled and nodded. 

"Your girl?" you questioned, crossing your arms. "No way she was gonna let me if I had said anything else and you know it. Besides, I'll hopefully be calling you that soon, anyways," he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and he slipped a piece of paper into your front pants pocket, patting it when it was in. "Was that necessary?" you asked. "I wish I could have put it in your back pocket, but you might have jumped. I wanted to respect your boundaries, too, so..." He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the floor. "I should probably get going if you ever want to see me again. I really had fun. Please come back, Gabe," you said. He looked up at you again and took a step closer. Looking down at you from his height, his eyes met yours. One of his fingers laced its way down through your hair until he had one lock twisted around his finger. "I'll come back for you any day, kitten," he whispered as he leaned down, never breaking eye contact.

The door opened and the woman came through again. "So sorry to interrupt, but she really has to be going. You can come see her next time, she'll still be here," she said, blushing and turning her eyes away. "She's right, I'm not going anywhere. Call me," you murmured, breaking free from the close proximity. The nurse smiled and led you back to your room, leaving Gabriel to stand there and watch you walk away. 

"Nice job on this one, Dad," he mumbled, standing there before disappearing.

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