EXCERPT: (PG 13-rated)
Through a nauseating haze Hannah heard banging, like a jackhammer, and she wanted to murder the bastard who had no care for the condition she currently found herself in. She searched around with her hands for a pillow to cover her ears and realized she was still on the hallway floor. Sitting up was not an option, but slithering on her belly to the bathroom would work. It was miles away, though, and her immediate concern was tossing her cookies all over her beloved hardwood floor.
Her next concern? Someone had just picked her up off the floor. “Wha…who…?”
“Hannah, it’s me, Gabriel. I got ya, honey. Need the bathroom? Yeah, I think you need the bathroom.”
“Gabriel? What are you doing in my hallway? Oh, Lord. I don’t feel so good. I think I’m gonna….” She burped. “Oh, that’s better. On second thought, maybe not.”
Gabriel set her down by the toilet, where she proceeded to fall to her knees and bend over the seat to throw up. She felt her hair being swept up and away, and concentrated on getting everything inside her, out. Dry heaves followed, and Gabriel place a cool, wet rag on her neck. When her stomach calmed, she flushed and leaned against the tub wall, eyes closed. Her hair fell back down around her shoulders, and soon after, Gabriel tapped her shoulder, offering her a cup of water.
“Swish and spit. Then take a sip.”
“Okay.” She followed his instructions, then handed him back the cup.
He offered her some mouthwash.
“I know. Swish and spit.”
She complied and threw the cup away. Before she could say or do anything else, he picked her back up and carried her to the bedroom. After laying her down, he pulled a chair over and sat beside her. She smiled weakly and tears flowed again. His face held no judgment, no reprove, not even pity. He looked upon her with… what?
“I can’t believe you’re here right now. I’m so embarrassed. You even held my hair back for me.”
“Yes, I did.” He moved in and gently swiped her cheeks with the backs of his fingers.
“You watched me empty the entire contents of my stomach, and you’re still here.”
“Yes, I still am.”
Tears turned into sobs, which became wails.
“Please don’t cry. What hurts you, hurts me. Let me comfort you, Hannah. Let me take your pain away.” He moved to sit beside her on the bed and gathered her in his arms.
“No, I don’t want to feel better. I want to feel like shit. I want to feel human!”
“Shh.” He rocked her gently, despite her pleas. “Hannah, immortality doesn’t mean you lose what made you human. It simply enhances who you already are. In fact, if anything, emotions are even stronger as an immortal. Relax. Give in to the calm. Accept your fate and the path laid out for you. I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Rick. I really am. But I know, there’s someone out there that’s crafted especially for you. It just wasn’t him.”
“Somebody’s crafted just for me? That’s a lovely thing to say. Gabriel, you’re a wonderful man. I mean angel. You’re a wonderful angel.”
“And you’re going to make a wonderful angel, too.” He kissed the top of her head and pushed a final dose of peace. The surge set her mind to rest and her soul at ease. She fell asleep in her Protector’s arms.