Her thousand cuts that covered her body continued to bleed, too small for the body to even think of clotting? Gabriel bit his lip, mind wandering for just a moment that she could have that rare 'unable to clot blood' thing.
He was worried of course beginning to make his way home with her in his arms. Gabriel had covered her in his shirt the best he could. His eyes were dark. He hadn't been able to protect her. He became angry at himself for that.
The walk was long, and Gabriel began to grow dizzy. He had lost much blood as well. That hit to the back of the head, the one he should have seen coming... Grr, he was getting to old for that shit. His mind wavered as he looked at his love. He had to get her home. Gabriel flinched as his head throbbed. He'd be needing stitches for sure. As for Norah, he wasn't sure just yet on what problems she would face just yet.
She hadn't deserved any of that. He shouldn't have thought his past, his job would affect him and his current life with her. Especially since things were getting so much better. Gabriel grew confused when he felt wetness hit his skin. He thought for a moment Norah had bled through the shirt - she was losing so much blood- but realized it wasn't her. He was crying. Yes, he Gabriel - the Angel of Death bounty hunter- had big tears rolling down his face. He didn't want to lose her.
It wasn't long before they reached home. To his exhausted surprise, Rosemary and Emily sat there waiting with an arsenal of medical supplies that they had most likely dug up from one of the many rooms. He blinked one or twice, unsure if they were even real. He was so tired. And Norah, she felt so heavy. But there was no time for rest. He staggered deeper into their home and carefully placed his love on a couch.
"What happened?"
"Gabriel your bleeding!"
"What happened to Norah?"
Gabriel collapsed in a chair. His bare chest sunk in and out growing shallow with each breath. So many questions, did he have to answer them all now. Rosemary must have noticed this and let Gabriel lean into her warm embrace. His head hit her chest.
"I'm so tired."
"I know." Rosemary said, her voice soothing, as she studied the back of his head. He felt her freeze momentarily. It must have been bad. "Em, get some hot rags and a bucket of water. They're in pretty bad shape. So we have to act fast."
Gabriel's eyes slid closed, as Rosemary's words became a jumbled mess of sounds. He heard something being shouted, before he slid into darkness.
