As Gabe waited for the kettle to boil, he couldn't help watching what was happening outside. He felt like the good weather had purposefully arrived now to spite them all. The school was currently in chaos, some kind of mysterious flu-like illness had broken out, and it was causing people to fall extremely ill. The worst part was the bug, or whatever it was, was highly contagious so once you came into contact with someone who had it you knew you were doomed.
Fortunately Gabe hadn't caught it yet, but he was pretty sure it was only a matter of time. After all, Bill was lying in his bed right now, and the poor boy was sick as a dog. At first, the angel had hoped that it was some sort of ordinary illness that he'd have easily been able to help cure but it was extremely hard, even for Gabriel, to get rid of it. He'd tried to help reduce the boy's fever and some of his pain but he wasn't sure how much of an impact it had made on poor William. Gabe really hoped he didn't catch it himself, as he'd heard horror stories of people's powers going whack, and he'd had a hard enough past with controlling his powers so he could only imagine how much harder an illness would make it.
When the kettle finished boiling, he poured the hot water into a mug with a teabag and let it brew for a while before bringing it over to William. "Here you go querido, this might help a little bit." He sat on the edge of the bed, beside the boy.
Fortunately Gabe hadn't caught it yet, but he was pretty sure it was only a matter of time. After all, Bill was lying in his bed right now, and the poor boy was sick as a dog. At first, the angel had hoped that it was some sort of ordinary illness that he'd have easily been able to help cure but it was extremely hard, even for Gabriel, to get rid of it. He'd tried to help reduce the boy's fever and some of his pain but he wasn't sure how much of an impact it had made on poor William. Gabe really hoped he didn't catch it himself, as he'd heard horror stories of people's powers going whack, and he'd had a hard enough past with controlling his powers so he could only imagine how much harder an illness would make it.
When the kettle finished boiling, he poured the hot water into a mug with a teabag and let it brew for a while before bringing it over to William. "Here you go querido, this might help a little bit." He sat on the edge of the bed, beside the boy.