From this request: Request where readers healing from some bad accident in the hospital and the usual swing of angels(case gabe luck balth all them) come and visit? Even though they refuse to let the angels heal them?
You looked over with your one good eye, finding a nurse standing in the doorway to your room. “Yes?”
“You have a visitor. Are you up for that?”
“Sure.” You scooted up against your pillow, aimed the remote at the television, watching the screen turn dark. A few moments later, a familiar face poked into the room.
“There she is! Safe from the brink of death!”
You smiled, still feeling a twinge of pain in your cheekbone. “Hello, Gabriel.”
The golden-haired angel stepped into the room, his arms laden with boxes of candy. “I brought you some nutrients. I know how horrid hospital food can be.”
“Gabriel, I don’t think the doctors will approve of this diet.”
“What do doctors know about that?”
You watched as he carefully stacked the boxes up in a tower on your bedside table. You hated to admit it, but it did look good… and the hospital’s food had been lackluster. The mashed potatoes had been okay, but the mystery meat had left something to be desired (not to mention it had been impossible to cut with the plastic fork they gave you).
When he was done with his project, Gabriel turned to you, his eyes scanning over your injuries. “Geez, Y/N, you certainly got banged up.”
“Looks worse than it feels.”
“That’d be the morphine.”
“Is it really that bad?” you asked after a moment.
“Nothing I can’t fix.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Come on, Y/N. One quick snap and–”
“And the doctors will consider me to be a medical miracle, healed days ahead of schedule, no trace of any harm.”
“She’s right, you know.”
The two of you looked up, finding Balthazar standing at the foot of the bed, a garment bag in his hands.
“Balthy! What are you doing here?” Gabriel asked.
“Same thing you’re doing. Visiting our dear friend.”
“And what token of your appreciation did you bring?”
Balthazar unzipped the bag revealing a beautiful summer dress. “I figured you must be tired of that old hospital gown. And looking like yourself is the first step to feeling like yourself.”
“It’s wonderful, Balthazar. But it clashes horribly with my bruises. And I’m not sure how easily I could undress and redress myself with my arm in a sling.”
“I’d be willing to help,” Gabriel said with a wink.
“Must you always be so nauseating?” a new voice asked, a voice belonging to Lucifer. He stepped forward and handed a large stuffed bear to you. The bear had a white bandage wrapped around its head, another wrapped around its wrist. On its stomach were stitched the words Feel Better Beary Soon.
“And you had the audacity to call me nauseating?” Gabriel asked, noting the cheesy phrase on the bear.
“Shut up. It’s the only one they had downstairs.”
“Geez, Luci. Balthy and I at least had the sincerity to get gifts from somewhere other than the hospital.”
“Boys, it’s fine. I appreciate each and every one of you and each of these gifts. Though you really didn’t need to bring them.”
“Should I not have brought this, then?”
The four of you turned to find Castiel making his entrance. In his hands was a small potted flower, a purple and white orchid.
You smiled at the newest angel. “Castiel, that’s beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me.”
The angel carefully set the plant next to Gabriel’s candy tower. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore, but I’ll pull through. I should be discharged tomorrow.”
“What exactly happened?”
“One werewolf turned out to be two, hunting together.”
Castiel’s blue eyes trailed over your wounds. “You are very lucky, then.”
“Tell me about it.”
At that moment, the nurse poked her head back into the room. “Where did you all come from?” she asked. “Last I knew, there was only one of you here to see Ms. Y/LN.”
The angels shared a glance, unsure what to say.
“Everybody out,” the nurse said. “She needs her rest if she’s to be discharged tomorrow.”
One by one the angels shuffled out of the room, heads bowed slightly.