John stood in the living room awestruck at the fact Isabel had been standing in front of him and talking. He was used to seeing angels, but what surprised him was she had come down from heaven to make sure her sister was happy.
He made his way into the hallway and thought what she had said. 'I know you love her, it's written on your face. You feel like you'll never find anybody worth dying for, except her. You feel a strange tingle in your chest whenever she walks in a room or speaks.' She was right, somewhere along his life he had fallen in love.
Entering Angela's room, John stood at the door starring at her smiling as she slept. He thought of when it first started, when was the first time he'd fallen in love? It was sometime during the Mammon incident, but the exact moment was unknown. Even though he wasn't the type to marry, he also wasn't the type to fall in love and yet here he was, deeply in love with a woman and not knowing why.
Maybe marriage wouldn't be too bad, it would give him something to live for, something worth fighting for, something to wake up to everyday. Not only that, it would make Angela happy to finally have her nephew in her arms. At that moment it was decided, John turned and left the apartment.
It was a few hours later when Angela woke up in her bed, her little nap had re-energized her and she was fully awake. Crawling out of her bed and walking into the living room she found herself alone, except for Duck sleeping on the couch.
"Where did he go, Ducky?" she asked the sleeping feline, he opened his eyes, stretched, then tucked his head in an odd position to sleep in.
Angela was pulled out of her train of thought on where John had gone, by the phone ringing. She walked over to it and before picking it up she felt something was wrong.
"Dodson." She answered, not liking the twisted gut feeling she had.
"Ms. Dodson? Hello, this is Margaret from the hospital." She voice on the other end replied frantically.
"Yes, hello Margaret is something wrong?"
"Yes. Ms. Dodson you need to come down here at once, Nathan, he's gone into a coma." The woman said. Angela dropped the phone, letting hit the floor in the process and ran out of the house to her car. If she hurried her nephew might be saved.
Angela sped down the streets wondering what had happened to her little nephew, he hasn't eaten, slept, or anything. She told herself coming up to a red light.
"Come on, damn it!" she swore, hitting her steering wheel. Then her mind went to her dream, while sleeping a dream had come to her.
'Izzy, where are you?' a young Angela called. She walked out into her old backyard searching for her twin. 'Izzy?'
She had entered an old tree house they used to have and found herself in a hospital starring at her sister holding a young child in her arms crying. 'Take him away, I'm sinned, he doesn't deserve me.' Isabel began to cry hading the child over to a young nurse.
'Isabel, if he's not with you, he'll die he shares your gift he needs you to live.' It was another nurse, Margaret. Isabel sat there starring at her and then Angela found herself sitting in the hospital bed with a young girl in her arms and John at her side.
'What do you want to name her?' he asked holding Nathan in his arms.
'Annabelle.' She had replied holding the newborn baby girl close.
The dream had meant nothing, yet it held some secrets that and been answered to questions she had. The light finally turned green and Angela floored the car the rest of the way to the hospital.
"Where is he?" she asked in hysterics as she came up to Margaret.
"He's in the E.R. come I'll take you to him. He's unstable and anything could go wrong at any moment so you won't be able to see him." She said walking Angela downstairs.
"No, you have to understand, if I don't see him, if I'm not with him, he'll die." She cried getting into an elevator.
As the doors closed a man walked by starring at her, his eyes dark and his face half gone, a half-breed, she thought. Then remembered what Jake had said, 'After hell lost Isabel I became the next target, they want him now, by seeing him I'll lead hell right to him and I can't live with that. It's not safe for you to have custody of him; it's not safe for you or him.' The words, everything he said make perfect sense now, Nathan was the son of a half bred demon and, what was now, an Angel.
The coma wasn't brought on by anything, but pure want of the child in hell, that's all it's ever been, a game to see who could win the lucky kid, but as long as a psychic was by him he was safe from all harm, which was why Angela had to be near him, to help him win the fight, help him stay out of hell and help him live a healthy life.
'God and the Devil made a wager on all the souls ofall man kind.' John's words echoed in her head, the wager now was based on the life of a little boy and the time it took her to reach him, not just any psychic would do, he need a strong psychic, a family member. She stood in the elevator watching the numbers go down and prayed she wasn't too late.