Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday morning

[no_archangel]

He was dying. Gabriel had crawled out of bed, woken up by nightmares where he had been afflicted by every known epidemic through history, while God himself had laughed at him. Having unbolted the door, he had collapsed on the floor, too tired and uncertain what to do next. He looked up at the ceiling. "You really, really, think I deserve this?"

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[vkandis_son]

Karal had slept, sort of, missing his roommate and missing Altra, and if Ata had slept with him last night, no one needed to know. Now he was awake, and was just going to check on Gabriel before he headed for the clinic. "Gabriel," he called as he pushed open the door. "Are you here?"

[no_archangel]

Gabriel heard a voice, and as half his mind was still in the dream, it wasn't immediately clear to him who it was. "Come to save me?" he whispered, eyes staring upwards.

He was still wrapped in the blanket from his bed, which he had dragged with him to where he had collapsed by the door.

[vkandis_son]

Karal's eyes went wide as the words drew his gaze down. Sunlord, no. He dashed over and dropped to his knees next to him. "It's okay, Gabriel. You're ill, but it's okay." It really, really wasn't, not at all, but he kept the desperate worry out of his voice. "I'm here. I'm going to take you to the clinic."

[no_archangel]

As Karal's face appeared in view, Gabriel's eyes widened, trying to process this. "I'm dying," he whispered. "God wants to get rid of me. Never..." Here he was interrupted with a coughing fit. "...in an easy way."