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After talking with the secretary and filling out the documents she handed over to him as best as he could Michael waited to find out how April was beside the man who'd brought them in.
He was surprised by the stranger's interest in April's fate. He knew nothing about April, yet the man lingered. He exhibited one of the traits that had allowed Michael to accept God's favoritism, even if he didn't understand. That was their great amount of care for others.
The angels cared for one another because they considered their fellow angels family and had been together for thousands of years. They knew each other, they'd bonded.
But humans, good humans, cared for even those they barely knew. Or in the case of the man sitting beside him, didn't know. It was something angels didn't do; they wouldn't want to do, even if they were capable.
"Michael," a voice called him out of his contemplation.
Michael glanced up to see Dr. Stevenson and he stood. "Is she…okay?"
"She has a severe concussion," answered Dr. Stevenson. "But April is awake now."
Michael felt relief. He tried to convince himself that it was just because of his orders, his mission to get back to his home, but deep down he knew different.
He was human now, and he cared.
"Can I see her?" asked Michael.
Dr. Stevenson hesitated. "I'd prefer to contact her family first."
"April doesn't have any family," Michael told him. "As far as I know."
"What relations do you have to April?"
Michael thought for a moment. "I'm her friend."
"You can see her," Dr. Stevenson decided. "But only for a few minutes. She needs her rest."
Michael nodded.
"I think I'll head home then, if she's gonna be okay," announced the man who'd been sitting next to Michael for over two hours. "My wife's waiting."
Michael gave him a nod to show he understood.
"See you around then I guess," the man waved awkwardly before rushing off.
Michael watched him leave then followed Dr. Stevenson as he led him to April's room.
April was covered with three sheets and two pillows prompted her head. She was wearing a hospital gown, one that was white poka-dotted.
She appeared to be tired and a little under the weather, but she was alive as Dr. Stevenson had said.
Michael felt himself relax muscles he didn't know he'd tensed up.
And then April spotted him and her face lit up a bit. It made warmth wash through him. She was happy to see him. Someone she hardly knew.
Dr. Stevenson left Michael to enter the room and Michael was grateful that the doctor was allowing him to talk to April alone.
"Hi," April smiled weakly at him.
"How are you feeling?" inquired Michael as he planted himself in the seat beside her hospital bed.
April sighed. "I have a horrible migraine, but I'll live."
"So I've heard."
"What happened with Victor?" questioned April. "I don't remember much after I untied myself."
"I sent him back to Hell," replied Michael. "You were already unconscious when I did."
April was pleased. "So does this mean he's gone for good?"
"No," Michael shook his head. "He's powerful for his ranking. He will find a way to escape."
April frowned. "Then what?"
"I don't know," Michael shook his head. "There are weapons out there that exist that kill demons, but I am not sure how I could obtain one."
"I didn't know there were weapons out there that can kill demons!" exclaimed April.
"They're rare," Michael explained. "And those who have them hide them well."
"Still we should search for one," April told him. "I'd definitely love to end Victor."
Michael agreed. He'd certainly enjoy it too. He hated demons with a passion. It was only natural.
Both Michael and April seemed drawn into their thoughts for a moment.
April was the first to speak again. "Is Toby okay?"
Her worry saturated her words.
"He's alive," Michael reassured her. "His paw is sprained, but it'll heal in a couple days of rest."
April chewed her lip.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to kill that bastard so bad," answered April, gripping the sheets tight.
Michael knew she was referring to Victor. "Not today."
"Obviously."
Michael sighed.
"Michael." April shifted to get a better view of his face.
"Yes?"
"I want to thank you for what you've done for me," said April.
Michael shook his head. "I'm the one who should be grateful for you giving me a roof over my head."
"Still," April persisted. "You came all this why to warn me."
Michael felt guilty. If she only knew the truth she wouldn't be so appreciative.
He was considering telling her everything when a nurse with curly hair walked in.
"It's time to go," she gave him a small smile. "April needs her rest. You can come see her again when visiting hours come around."
Michael protested. "I want to stay."
April laid her right hand on his left arm and squeezed it to get his attention. When he was looking she said "Go, go home and get some sleep. I'll be fine, and Toby needs to be fed and given water."
"Alright, but I'll be back as soon as I wake."
Michael only agreed because he was exhausted, and he wanted time to himself to ponder about the emotions he was experiencing.
Did it mean trouble for him?