Prompt: Guardian angel, supernatural or one on Earth. Obviously, I did a non-supernatural person taking that role.
Rating: K+
Wilfred closed his eyes as he lay on the hospital bed. Smalden…was dead. The prince was dead. His friend was dead. His charge was dead. Smalls was dead.
He squeezed his eyes against the flurry of tears that threatened to erupt again. It would not help him heal if he became worked up again. The nurse had warned him against it. Against weeping again, like he had for hours after it happened. "It would raise his blood pressure," she had said.
But how could a guardian not weep for the loss of his charge?
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