Wasn't "Day of Recovery" great? I can't wait til this Saturday to find out what happens with the Morlocks and what the Brotherhood plans on doing now that they're alone and without a home. I only hope the Acolytes return (hey, gotta get my Gambit quota, if the writers aren't going to give me Betsy!)

And by the way, Faramir, Betsy can defeat Wolverine by countering his uppercut with a few psy-knife blows to the skull... not even adamantium can keep that out. ;) (In case everyone else is wondering, Faramir is a buddy of mine off-line, who consistently defeats me on X-Men: Mutant Academy using Wolverine.)

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PART 14
"In the Arms of an Angel"
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It took several moments before Betsy could bring herself to stand, she lightly touched the wound on her shoulder, letting out a soft cry as she realized that the wound had cut almost clean through to the bone. She peered out the window, down the unimaginable number of stories to the street to see her defeated foe, but she didn't see a body anywhere on the street, just broken shards of glass and people standing around, looking up, pointing at the window she stared out of. Her heart leapt into her throat and an icy chill crawled over her skin. Kwannon had somehow survived the fall. But that was impossible! But then, where had the body gone? The police hadn't even arrived yet, or an ambulance. Betsy's arch-nemesis was still alive. Betsy stumbled backwards from the window, her eyes wide with horror at the thought. She then remembered Warren, what had the beast done to him? She rushed out of her room and into his and saw him sleeping peacefully, his wings spread beautifully. Kwannon hadn't incapacitated him as she had said, she had been that confident in her skill in combat, as well as stealth. Betsy stepped into his room, beginning to feel a bit dizzy from lack of blood.

"Warren," she called. His wings twitched. She spoke again and his eyes blinked open.

"Betsy?" He said, not seeing her clearly yet because of the darkness and the sleep in his eyes. Warren reached for the light switch and turned it on, and gasped in horror when he saw the disheveled, bleeding mess that was Elizabeth Braddock. "What happened?" He leapt out of bed, "are you all right?" It was a stupid question, but natural instinct to ask. Warren observed her wounds, her gory shoulder, the vary cuts from hand-to-hand combat with Kwannon, and a swollen, purple cheek. She looked just as bad as when he had rescued her from the thugs on the street.

"I had a visitor," she said weakly, "Kwannon came to exact revenge... I managed to... to..." she started to cry, "I pushed her out the window... but... she survived... she'll be back, Warren. She's going to hurt the X-Men, and you..." She collapsed against Warren, sobbing. He did his best to comfort her without touching any of her injuries, then finally spoke softly.

"We'll worry about that later," he said, pulling her back a bit so he could look into her eyes, "for now, we have to see what we can do about that arm." He called up his family doctor, who just happened to live in the same building as Warren, and the man came over as quickly as he could. He was an old friend of the family, and knew about the secret of Angel, a secret not even Warren's parents were aware of. He knew the man was trustworthy. Angel laid Betsy down on the couch, ignoring the bloodstains that she caused on the expensive furniture, only concerned with her well-being. There came a knock on the door a few moments later and Warren, not even bothering to conceal his wings checked through the peephole then unlocked and opened the door, letting in Doctor Roberts. As he explained the situation, the doctor nodded as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.

Doctor Roberts was a kind, older man, with silver hair, although most of it was gone now. He always told Warren that his job was to care for those who were sick or wounded, he didn't care how they got that way, nor did he care who they were. Warren watched as the doctor went to work repairing Betsy's arm and patched up her other wounds.

"She'll need those stitches out in a few days, call me if you need anything else. And don't worry, I won't breathe a word of this to anyone else." Warren thanked the man several times and showed him to the door. Betsy gave a small smile to him as she laid on the couch.

"He's nice," she murmured.

"Yes, he is. He was actually the man who inspired me to use my powers to help others. He told me that I looked like an angel with my wings, that the world needed more angels. I thought it sounded like a good idea," he smiled a bit, sitting next to Betsy on the couch and kissing her forehead lightly. "Now you rest, close your eyes." She reached out to grasp his hand tightly.

"Stay with me," she said, afraid to be alone. He nodded.

"I'll stay, all through the night. I'll watch over you." He replied warmly, gently stroking her uninjured cheek. Betsy slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling secure with an Angel by her side.

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TO BE CONTINUED
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