It was crowded, or well-as crowded as a hospital usually was. A receptionist sat bored at a computer desk and didn't seem to notice us standing there. Many doctors and nurses were running about, though there seemed to be no sigh of Windclaw-or whoever might've been taking care of him. They might've already fixed him up and gotten him to a room already. I couldn't be to sure though. I went over to the receptionist.
"Hello. Uh, M-may I see Hunter Fabulous?" I asked.
"Are you a family member or close friend?" She asked, not turning to me.
"Family. We all are." I said, gesturing to the others.
"Sign in. Then he's in room 129." She said, gesturing to a clip board though she still didn't turn to us.
"Thanks." I said, signing in. Then we all headed into the room. Michael was there, but I ignored him and went over to Windclaw.
"Kiddo?" I said, a little hope for some kind of response. He didn't respond, Michael left, and for a moment the only sound was the sound of the heart monitor.
"Papa?" Jackson said, peering over the edge of the hospital bed at Windclaw, he was so short he could hardly see over the edge. I glared at Michael as he left before turning back to Windclaw.
"This is my fault..." I said softly.
"Whats your fault?" Jackson asked, tilting his head at me.
"Nothing son..." I said. Jackson blinked at me then glanced behind him.
"Whats this?" The little boy asked, jogging over to Windclaw's jacket that had been laying on a dresser. Jackson grabbed a paper that had been sticking out of the pocket.
"It's for you papa." He said, holding the paper out to me, it had my name written on it in Windclaw's perfectly cursive hand writing. The note looked old-as if Windclaw had had it for a while but never gave it.
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Wabe: Another Lover
FanfictionGabriel has another Soulmate lined up for him instead of Windclaw. What toll will this take on the family of 4. Will Windclaw be able to become alive again and save his relationship, or will it all fall apart in a single soul shattering moment? Find...
