gypsy and an archangel

The world seemed to wiz by in a blur of bright light then there was the agonizing pain as the ground plowed into Gabe’s body. Gabriel could barely hear but what he could make out he was certain was his own voice, screaming from the pain that was piercing through his body. The world was nothing but black asphalt, blood and pain before finally letting go into blissful darkness.

~*~
A heavy sigh escaped the luscious red lips of a young brunette with one hand holding her chin while resting her elbow on her knee. The creaking, sway of the cart was beginning to rock her to sleep as it traveled along the dirt road of some random hillbilly back area. Heather watched as the area around her barely changed any while her horse, a paint named Cali pulled the cart basically her home away from home that she sold her wares out of...so yeah...a gypsy that’s what she was. Mostly Heather traveled from one city to the next taking up kiosks where ever she could to sell a couple things for a little bit of money, just enough to keep going. Lately things seemed so mundane though to the young gypsy that she longed for something...more...exciting or at least a little adventure somewhere, she’d kill to see a live stage show . As Heather day dreamed into the mid afternoon sun suddenly Cali let out a shriek and backed up causing the cart to jolt, tossing Heather off of it to the ground. Heather let out a huffed breath as her butt landed on the ground, uninjured mostly just annoyed as she looked irritably at her horse.

“Seriously! Cali, what was that for?” Heather asked in annoyance as the horse continued to whinny and act extremely agitated.

“What’s wrong?” Heather asked as she got up from the ground, heading over to the horse who gave a snort.

“Hmm, what’s going...AH! Oh my god!” Heather shrieked upon seeing what had startled her horse.

Lying slightly in the ditch also slightly on the road was what looked like a man but flowing from his back were what looked like...wings. Heather slowly started to make her way over to the guy, his blonde hair matted with dirt and blood that stained the ground beneath him as well. Cautiously Heather knelt down next to the man, running her fingers through his hair lightly revealing that he was still breathing, shallowly yet breathing.

~*~

Gabriel felt like he’d been hit by a 60 pound meteor as the haze began to clear his sight finally came back. Moaning Gabriel managed to shake off his unconscious state causing a brown colored ceiling to come into view  but as he tried to move pain racked his body causing a hoarse startled cry to erupt from him.

“Hey...take it easy,” came a female voice right next to him. Gabriel shifted his sight over to get a better look only to see a pretty young woman looking down at him.
“Who...ugh! Who are you?” Gabriel managed to mumble out

“Me? My name’s Heather, now  just relax,” Heather insisted

“How...did...you...ah! Find me?” Gabe rasped out

“What part of take it easy are you not understanding?” Heather asked sarcastically

“Where am I?” Gabe asked weakly

“Your inside my caravan, I found you on the side of the road barely alive,” Heather gently explained as she placed a cloth over Gabriel’s forehead.

“I fell...” Gabriel finally remembered what happened to him as memories of falling to the earth then striking the ground ran through his mind.

“I see...who are you by the way?” Heather asked

“My...name is...Gabriel...” Gabe introduced

“Gabriel...as in...” Heather trailed off in shock

“Yep...that’s the one...ugh!” Gabriel winced as he grabbed at his aching side.

“Okay...okay...calm down, just take it easy,” Heather insisted as she laid her hands on him lightly.

Gabriel’s wounds were deep but as he looked over he could see that his wings were badly damaged yet had been treated. Gabriel gave a whimper as he looked at his glorious golden wings reduced to broken shambles that were barely hanging together. Looking back at Heather Gabe didn’t feel the tears that had gathered in his eyes but he could feel the pain that pierced his heart however Heather saw  both as she leaned in close to him, Gabe grabbed her weakly by the blouse, fisting his hands in the material till his head made contact that’s when he lost it. Heather stood for a moment in shock not knowing what to do but slowly she began to move, cradling Gabriel in her arms as she sat on the edge of the bed simply being with him as the archangel sobbed out his fear, pain and anguish.

After about 20 minutes of nonstop irrational sobbing Gabriel eventually passed back out for another 3 hours but when he awoke again he was more lucid then before and quiet. Heather worked around the caravan preparing herself dinner then cleaned up afterwards, sorted some of her wares then finally was getting some things for sleeping on the couch when Gabriel decided to speak at last.

“I’m sorry...” Gabriel trailed off quietly

“For what?” Heather asked as she climbed onto the couch under a blanket
“For burdening you,” Gabriel responded

“Your no burden,” Heather stated with a confused look on her face

“Really?” Gabriel asked now  highly confused as well

“Yeah...besides I’m the one who chose to help you,” Heather pointed out

“I...guess...” Gabriel admitted arching an eyebrow in surprise towards her

“Ha-ha, let’s get some sleep...okay?” Heather offered with a laugh

“Okay, thanks,” Gabe whispered before settling back for some more rest

It took several days for Gabriel to get back on his feet but once he was able to stand again he told Heather it was only a matter of time before he had to leave. Heather insisted Gabriel stay at least until he could fly again luckily Gabriel agreed to the arrangement however as it turned out he ended up staying far past the time needed to recover and that was good with Heather...more then good.