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[un_fallen]

It's late - or very early, depending how one measures these things - and the only light in the hospital room is a gentle glow from the medical ships coming and going outside the half-curtained window. Two security guards stand alert outside the door and another six are on guard at various points leading to the Senator's room, a comforting presence, while Regan sleeps on the cot by Gabriel's bed. One of her hands lies limply on the edge of his mattress and her breathing is deep and regular. Gabriel's is interrupted by small coughs, on occasion, but not enough to rouse him from an exhausted sleep.

On the other side of Gabriel's bed is a comfortable reclining chair, favored at times by River and Simon. Currently it is occupied by a demonic assassin with unnaturally bright blue eyes. At the moment those eyes are focused silently on Regan. His only movement is a slow tilt of his head when her extended hand twitches slightly in her sleep.

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[gabriel_tam]

He's healing, and given the help he's received, faster than he would have otherwise, but there are limits, still.

One of them is to how easily he can sleep when the pain meds (which he hates and tries to limit his use of, even while he knows he needs them) start to wear off, as they're doing now.

Gabriel stirs, and his eyes drift slightly open in that half-daze between sleep and waking.

In the next second, they go wide in shock.