Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 9:42:04 GMT -8
It was so good to get away from the hospital. Not that it was all bad, it wasn't. As he healed he found time to flirt with the nurses and argue with the doctors about his treatments. The surgery to remove the jagged piece of glass embedded in his humerus was done on the Talon by Doctor Williams and the damage it had caused to the surrounding muscle and veins had been healed along with the gash across his right cheek. After some physical therapy he regained complete use of his arm once again, the smallest tell-tell of a scar was still on his face. The last of the treatment was days away and there would be no evidence of any injury on either his arm or face. Even his mild concussion had healed uneventfully. He chalked it up to healthy genes and a fairly healthy lifestyle.
The only thing that had laid heavy on his mind was the angel he had remembered seeing when he was or felt like he was dying. He had dreams about it for weeks. Not frightening dreams but definitely disturbing and confusing. Why would an angel dressed in blue and white with the face of his long deceased mother appear to him out of nowhere? He believed in angels and saints. He had been raised in Catholicism and knew its teaching well. He sometimes prayed to this saint or that saint and even to the holy mother, depending on the reason or purpose needed. Still, why his dead mother, of whom he had absolutely no memory of and had only seen her in old photographs, come to him in such a way?
With that in mind he made his way to the Counselors office on SGE to see the chief counselor. A pretty receptionist greeted him and he asked if the counselor could spare a short time and was told that the counselor was out but that the assistant counselor was available so he nodded a yes, he'd wait to see him.
Taking a seat in the waiting area he looked the room over. There was nothing unusual about from any other counselor's offices and he thought of Areth. Her office had been pretty much the same. Shaking off the feeling of momentary melancholy he leaned back in the seat and waited.
TAG Lt. Charles Leicester, Any
The only thing that had laid heavy on his mind was the angel he had remembered seeing when he was or felt like he was dying. He had dreams about it for weeks. Not frightening dreams but definitely disturbing and confusing. Why would an angel dressed in blue and white with the face of his long deceased mother appear to him out of nowhere? He believed in angels and saints. He had been raised in Catholicism and knew its teaching well. He sometimes prayed to this saint or that saint and even to the holy mother, depending on the reason or purpose needed. Still, why his dead mother, of whom he had absolutely no memory of and had only seen her in old photographs, come to him in such a way?
With that in mind he made his way to the Counselors office on SGE to see the chief counselor. A pretty receptionist greeted him and he asked if the counselor could spare a short time and was told that the counselor was out but that the assistant counselor was available so he nodded a yes, he'd wait to see him.
Taking a seat in the waiting area he looked the room over. There was nothing unusual about from any other counselor's offices and he thought of Areth. Her office had been pretty much the same. Shaking off the feeling of momentary melancholy he leaned back in the seat and waited.
TAG Lt. Charles Leicester, Any