Michelle came into Gabriel's room the next day and found him
extremely difficult to control. He wouldn't listen to her and kept asking
for one of the med students on rotation up in the psychiatric ward.
Michelle didn't like that Gabriel would rather speak to an inexperienced
med student than her. She had years over the med student, and she felt
that justified the right for Gabriel to tell her about himself. "Gabriel,
just let me help you." Michelle told him.
"It would help if I spoke with Cameron Michaels." Gabriel replied as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
Michelle sighed. "When did you meet this med student?"
"Yesterday a while after you left me here miserable from not knowing answers to your persistent questions that I can't answer." Gabriel replied coldly.
Michelle lowered her eyebrows. "If you would let me help you, I believe we could rediscover the answers to these questions."
Gabriel leaned up to Michelle. "Tell me what it is you are so desperate to know about me," he demanded in a kind tone.
Michelle, noticing that Gabriel wasn't so lost as he had been, took a deep breath. "I want to know why you ended up here believing that you are in 1889."
Gabriel smirked at her. "Get Cameron, and I'll tell you."
Michelle couldn't pass up the opportunity to get her questions solved, even if she felt like she was being played by a mental patient. She wanted to know all that Gabriel remembered from his delusions, and she would bribe him if that was how to get him to talk. She walked around aimlessly until she found Dr. Dragulia was leading around a parade of med students, and she figured Cameron Michaels was part of that group. She strolled up to Dr. Dragulia, and he turned to face her.
"Ahh, med students, this is Dr. Englehart. She is one of our best at talking suicides into treatment." Dr. Dragulia told them, to which many "oohs" came. Michelle blushed that Dr. Dragulia complimented her.
"Is there something you need, Dr. Englehart?" Dr. Dragulia asked.
Michelle nodded. "Yes, my patient is asking for one of your med students." She noticed that drew some chatter from the students, and a peculiar expression from Dr. Dragulia.
"Cameron Michaels, am I right?"
Michelle, shocked that Dr. Dragulia knew, nodded. Dr. Dragulia nodded as well. "Yes, Cameron here brought one of his old weapons to get the patient to open up. Shocking he remembered your name, Cameron."
Cameron shrugged. "I guess he figured he can fool me, Dr. Dragulia. I do believe he's doing a good job." Cameron was lying, but he knew that Dr. Dragulia was believing it. He had no reason not too, Cameron had returned after the five minutes he was given. That left no room for speculation from Dr. Dragulia, and Cameron preferred it that way. 'The longer he doesn't know I'm Carl, the better.' Cameron thought.
Gabriel was glad to see Cameron again, but he noticed he was carrying a large bag. 'What does he have?' Gabriel wondered. Carl had always invented new things, and Gabriel wondered if he kept that trait as Cameron. He saw that Michelle returned as well, and Gabriel rolled his eyes. He hoped that she would not return because he wanted to know if Cameron had came up with a plan to get him out of the psychiatric ward.
"I brought Cameron Michaels, like you asked. Now, answer my question." Michelle told him.
Gabriel looked over to the bag that Cameron held. He pointed to the bag and asked, "What is in that bag?" He completely avoided Michelle's question from earlier, and she sighed angrily.
Cameron looked over to Michelle, who gestured him to proceed and tell Gabriel what he had. Cameron turned to Gabriel. "I have a weapon in this bag that might spark your interest," he said. Gabriel watched as Cameron pulled out an old crossbow, and Gabriel's brain began to burn as it tried to remember. Images surged around his brain, and Gabriel shut his eyes. He saw Carl hand him the crossbow, then he saw himself using the crossbow trying to kill vampires.
Cameron said, "It's a gas propelled crossbow."
Gabriel looked up and said, "It used to be mine. Carl gave it to me before I went to Transylvania looking for Dracula."
Michelle had gotten delusions, and she wrote them down. She didn't notice the nod Cameron gave Gabriel to show that it was Gabriel's crossbow, which Cameron had designed in his former life as Carl, a friar living in the Vatican in Rome. Gabriel went over and took the weapon from Cameron, and Michelle threw her notepad down. "What are you doing," she screamed.
Gabriel was startled by Michelle's scream and nearly dropped the crossbow. Cameron took the crossbow back, but Michelle continued to scowl at him. "Why did you give him that crossbow? It's dangerous."
Cameron replied, "He said it was his." He glanced to Gabriel, who looked over to Michelle.
"He's just saying that to get that weapon. He could kill us both and run out of here, not like he'd get far with all those people out there." Michelle told Cameron. "So, put that thing away," she demanded.
Cameron listened, and Gabriel watched as a piece of his former life was being kept from him once again. But, the crossbow had jarred enough memories for Gabriel to begin piecing them together. 'Right now, I have Carl's invention, that I used to hunt vampires. Dracula was a vampire, so I must have used the crossbow.' Gabriel's brain ached, and he figured that wasn't how the pieces went. He would sort all the images his brain had later when he was all alone.
Michelle, aggravated with Cameron, sighed. "All right, Gabriel," she finally started calling him Gabriel instead of Mr. Van Helsing, "I will leave after you answer my question."
"Ask it again." Gabriel told her.
"Why did you end up here believing it is 1889?"
Gabriel took a moment and recalled what Dr. Dragulia had said about him. 'God still wants you to do the dirty work on Earth,' he'd said. So Gabriel answered, "I'm a messenger from God sent to clean up the dirty work here on Earth."
Michelle believed Gabriel's schizophrenia was getting worse, and she picked up her notebook. She scribbled down a note to get the nurses to give Gabriel something for the delusions. 'Now, he believes God sent him here,' she thought. 'Just when I thought he was getting better.'
Cameron followed Michelle out but turned and nodded to Gabriel before he left. Gabriel knew he would be back soon, and he sat down upon his bed and worked to put the images of his memory in order. Gabriel knew that those memories held a key to what was happening, or what he was dealing with. 'If I can only figure out how they go,' he thought. 'Then, I would be getting somewhere.'
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I wrote this and the next chapter last night, but I don't have any more typed up. So, you'll get the next chapter tomorrow. Don't worry, we're gonna see a certain woman soon, hehe everyone knows who.
"It would help if I spoke with Cameron Michaels." Gabriel replied as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
Michelle sighed. "When did you meet this med student?"
"Yesterday a while after you left me here miserable from not knowing answers to your persistent questions that I can't answer." Gabriel replied coldly.
Michelle lowered her eyebrows. "If you would let me help you, I believe we could rediscover the answers to these questions."
Gabriel leaned up to Michelle. "Tell me what it is you are so desperate to know about me," he demanded in a kind tone.
Michelle, noticing that Gabriel wasn't so lost as he had been, took a deep breath. "I want to know why you ended up here believing that you are in 1889."
Gabriel smirked at her. "Get Cameron, and I'll tell you."
Michelle couldn't pass up the opportunity to get her questions solved, even if she felt like she was being played by a mental patient. She wanted to know all that Gabriel remembered from his delusions, and she would bribe him if that was how to get him to talk. She walked around aimlessly until she found Dr. Dragulia was leading around a parade of med students, and she figured Cameron Michaels was part of that group. She strolled up to Dr. Dragulia, and he turned to face her.
"Ahh, med students, this is Dr. Englehart. She is one of our best at talking suicides into treatment." Dr. Dragulia told them, to which many "oohs" came. Michelle blushed that Dr. Dragulia complimented her.
"Is there something you need, Dr. Englehart?" Dr. Dragulia asked.
Michelle nodded. "Yes, my patient is asking for one of your med students." She noticed that drew some chatter from the students, and a peculiar expression from Dr. Dragulia.
"Cameron Michaels, am I right?"
Michelle, shocked that Dr. Dragulia knew, nodded. Dr. Dragulia nodded as well. "Yes, Cameron here brought one of his old weapons to get the patient to open up. Shocking he remembered your name, Cameron."
Cameron shrugged. "I guess he figured he can fool me, Dr. Dragulia. I do believe he's doing a good job." Cameron was lying, but he knew that Dr. Dragulia was believing it. He had no reason not too, Cameron had returned after the five minutes he was given. That left no room for speculation from Dr. Dragulia, and Cameron preferred it that way. 'The longer he doesn't know I'm Carl, the better.' Cameron thought.
Gabriel was glad to see Cameron again, but he noticed he was carrying a large bag. 'What does he have?' Gabriel wondered. Carl had always invented new things, and Gabriel wondered if he kept that trait as Cameron. He saw that Michelle returned as well, and Gabriel rolled his eyes. He hoped that she would not return because he wanted to know if Cameron had came up with a plan to get him out of the psychiatric ward.
"I brought Cameron Michaels, like you asked. Now, answer my question." Michelle told him.
Gabriel looked over to the bag that Cameron held. He pointed to the bag and asked, "What is in that bag?" He completely avoided Michelle's question from earlier, and she sighed angrily.
Cameron looked over to Michelle, who gestured him to proceed and tell Gabriel what he had. Cameron turned to Gabriel. "I have a weapon in this bag that might spark your interest," he said. Gabriel watched as Cameron pulled out an old crossbow, and Gabriel's brain began to burn as it tried to remember. Images surged around his brain, and Gabriel shut his eyes. He saw Carl hand him the crossbow, then he saw himself using the crossbow trying to kill vampires.
Cameron said, "It's a gas propelled crossbow."
Gabriel looked up and said, "It used to be mine. Carl gave it to me before I went to Transylvania looking for Dracula."
Michelle had gotten delusions, and she wrote them down. She didn't notice the nod Cameron gave Gabriel to show that it was Gabriel's crossbow, which Cameron had designed in his former life as Carl, a friar living in the Vatican in Rome. Gabriel went over and took the weapon from Cameron, and Michelle threw her notepad down. "What are you doing," she screamed.
Gabriel was startled by Michelle's scream and nearly dropped the crossbow. Cameron took the crossbow back, but Michelle continued to scowl at him. "Why did you give him that crossbow? It's dangerous."
Cameron replied, "He said it was his." He glanced to Gabriel, who looked over to Michelle.
"He's just saying that to get that weapon. He could kill us both and run out of here, not like he'd get far with all those people out there." Michelle told Cameron. "So, put that thing away," she demanded.
Cameron listened, and Gabriel watched as a piece of his former life was being kept from him once again. But, the crossbow had jarred enough memories for Gabriel to begin piecing them together. 'Right now, I have Carl's invention, that I used to hunt vampires. Dracula was a vampire, so I must have used the crossbow.' Gabriel's brain ached, and he figured that wasn't how the pieces went. He would sort all the images his brain had later when he was all alone.
Michelle, aggravated with Cameron, sighed. "All right, Gabriel," she finally started calling him Gabriel instead of Mr. Van Helsing, "I will leave after you answer my question."
"Ask it again." Gabriel told her.
"Why did you end up here believing it is 1889?"
Gabriel took a moment and recalled what Dr. Dragulia had said about him. 'God still wants you to do the dirty work on Earth,' he'd said. So Gabriel answered, "I'm a messenger from God sent to clean up the dirty work here on Earth."
Michelle believed Gabriel's schizophrenia was getting worse, and she picked up her notebook. She scribbled down a note to get the nurses to give Gabriel something for the delusions. 'Now, he believes God sent him here,' she thought. 'Just when I thought he was getting better.'
Cameron followed Michelle out but turned and nodded to Gabriel before he left. Gabriel knew he would be back soon, and he sat down upon his bed and worked to put the images of his memory in order. Gabriel knew that those memories held a key to what was happening, or what he was dealing with. 'If I can only figure out how they go,' he thought. 'Then, I would be getting somewhere.'
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I wrote this and the next chapter last night, but I don't have any more typed up. So, you'll get the next chapter tomorrow. Don't worry, we're gonna see a certain woman soon, hehe everyone knows who.