Wabe: Another Lover

Windclaw's POV 4

Crying, I heard crying. My whole body ached, I knew i had lost a lot of blood. The doctors had managed to get me conscious enough to get my name, and enough so I knew what was wrong before I had blacked out again. But now I just felt the stab of the stitches that ran along by arms and back, closing the scars that had opened up in my memory relapse. I could feel the bandages pressing down, and I was still bleeding some-but luckily not as badly.

"papa? Whats wrong papa?" I heard a familiar voice say. It sounded far away, but seemingly coming closer. I knew I was coming back into consciousness. I recognized the voice as Jackson's. Then an overly familiar voice sounded.

"Nothing Son." Gabe said. I tensed as I slowly became conscious.

"Gabe...." I tried to speak, my voice was hoarse and almost inaudible. But at least I was speaking. Gabe began to cry more. Though I was only half conscious I smiled a faint smile.

"Don't cry kiddo.." I said, using the nickname he usually called everyone. Gabe smiled ever so slightly, he looked to be full of guilt and sadness.

"I'm so sorry..." He sobbed.

"Hey, I'll be fine-just a little memory trouble." I said, trying to reassure him that nothing that happened to me was his fault.

"I just left you to deal with them alone..... This is all my fault,..... I should have never left you...." He said.

"Come on, don't blame yourself. To be honest I was kinda acting strange." I tried to assure him, it was difficult though since I was beginning to slip into the blackness again-a cause of my medication.

"oh father you should have heard the things I said!! Oh I bet Michael already told you!" Gabe said.

"Michael? Michael was here?" I asked. I had been out of it when Michael had been here-though I had heard the other angel talking it was greatly muffled and I hadn't been able to make out a word he said.