Author's Note: Oh I had fun writing this chapter, such fun. Okay well no I lied, I didn't have fun writing this chapter. It sucked. I nearly cried writing it (though that could be because of the song I was listening too...) Anyways hope you like it!
"It is the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright." –Stephen King
Chapter Seven
The world was a blur. The sounds of people screaming as the loud crack went off, ringing out through the crowd. The suddenly over whelming pain and scent of blood filled his nose, driving his mind and his senses wild. The loss of weight as his companion fell to the ground. A high pitched whining noise hurt his ears and he tried to cover his ears, but his left arm refused to move. Shit what the hell happened? His eyes darted around, trying to wipe the blood from his glasses. It was then that reality hit him like a ton of bricks. Peter! His eyes darted to the form of the younger Petrelli brother on the ground, blood pooling on his back. Gabriel was down by his side in the next instant, his left arm hanging useless at his side, his right hand covered the bullet wound, trying to get the blood to stop. What the fuck, why the hell isn't he healing? Gabriel let out a low growl; fighting back the tears that had threaten to fall. It all happened so fast, and who…who the hell did this?! It wouldn't have surprised him if it hadn't been his older brother in the first place. The sounds of the sirens went unnoticed to him, but the bodies gathering around him did. He could make out the sound of Peter's brother and his mother talking to him, he ignored them.
Gabriel felt hands pulling him backwards, away from Peter, and he fought them off, refusing to leave him, but it was the EMTs and they eventually were able to pry him away. He was led to an ambulance. "I want to go with him," he said with a growl. This wasn't good, what urges he had been able to suppress weren't working without Peter near him. They gave him a look that clearly said no and closed the door. One of them checked his arm as they drove to the hospital, Gabriel steadying growing more and more angry by the second. The area right above his elbow had been shot, shattering the bone. No wonder he couldn't move his arm. The drive seemed to take hours, but he was out when the guy who had been taking care of him gave him a sedative. Gabriel hoped that it would help kill that familiar desire that was slowly coming back.
His eyes snapped open; the room he was in was dark as the sky outside. It was nighttime. He sat up ignoring the pain in his arm. The only thought in his mind was of Peter. If something could be said for Gabriel, he was probably the worst patient ever. He stood up, the floor cold on his bare feet as he left the room, his arm in a cast and sling, throbbing with pain. As he looked around a nurse walked up to him. "Sir, you should be resting."
Gabriel shook his head. "Where is he? The guy I was brought in with."
"Sir I really don't think."
He didn't let her finish, "Where the hell is he? If you don't tell me I swear to god I will walk around this entire place looking for him until I find him." Gabriel was very aware of everyone staring at him, but he didn't care if he was making a scene. All of his politeness that he had out in public was gone nothing mattered except for Peter. "Tell me where he is."
The nurse looked away from him, startled and probably scared. "The ICU, but sir!" She called after him as he was walking down the hall, in the shirt and pants the hospital had giving him. Anyone who looked at him got glared at, no one was foolish enough to try and get in his way, at least for the time being.
When he passed a door, his eyes would look to the name on it, and finally, finally he found the one with 'P. Petrelli' written on it. Gabriel braced himself for the worst and slipped into the room and instantly the glare was back on his face. Peter's mother and brother were sitting there, now staring at him. As for Peter, his eyes were closed and he was hooked up to several different machines. God, he looks so small there, he thought moving closer to him, and with his good hand pulling a chair over so he could sit down. He slipped his hand into Peter's his eyes on his face, still ignoring the Petrelli's. "What are you doing here Mr. Grayson?" He glanced up at the sound of the mother's voice and tilted his head.
What a strange question, guess she's gonna deny everything Peter said. Well it's her loss. "Same thing you are Mrs. Petrelli, I'm here because someone I love got shot," he said calmly. "Oh and you know cause he was shot after the bullet when through my arm."
"You don't belong here Grayson," Nathan snarled at him. "You aren't his family and only family members are allowed in." That put a smirk on his lips.
"Then why am I listed as the person to contact in case of an emergency on the chart?" Neither of them said anything, but Mrs. Petrelli grabbed Peter's chart and checked. Peter had changed it only a week ago when they thought they were finally safe. So much for that idea.
"It's your fault he's in here." Gabriel's eyes gazed at Nathan, at the look of anger on his face.
"My fault? I was simply doing what you keep calling me out on. Not having my family on stage with me at the end of the damn debates. I brought him out, so clearly someone knew he was going to be there and decided to shoot him. Anyone have a problem with Peter? Cause I was under the impression he had no enemies well, except for his dad." Every muscle in both Nathan and Mrs. Petrelli's bodies went tense. Opps must be thinking about lil ol' me.
Gabriel lightly kissed the back of Peter's hand, his eyes returning to his face. I swear I will find out who did this Pete, and then they'll pay. Oh I swear that they will pay for this. You just have to get better… You're a fighter Peter; this should be easy for you. "Don't leave me Peter," he said softly stroking the back of Peter's hand. "Not after all these years."
Gabriel considered himself so very lucky that he had not been recognized by anyone yet and probably no one would, so long as not too many people were in the room when he would come to visit Peter. And especially so long as Suresh never came, or Claire, or well any of them for that matter. No, he had to keep up appearances, the Petrelli's were still in the room. "When you wake up Pete, I'm going to take you to your favorite restaurant and we'll have whatever you want to eat sound good?" Tears fell down his cheek, was he really crying? He couldn't remember the last time he cried. The sound of footsteps caught his ears and he glanced over his shoulder to see that nurse from early standing in the doorway. He leaned forward and kissed Peter's forehead softly. "I'll wait for you Peter, there's no one I care about more," Gabriel whispered before he stood up and went back over to the nurse. She took his good arm and led him back to his own room.
When Peter woke up, Gabriel was going to be sure that he was there with a ring for him. But there was no way anymore that he could be sure that Sylar wouldn't be there as well.
Whoever hurt our Peter is going to pay… A familiar voice whispered in his head, before Gabriel closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." – Stephen King
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