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FTEC, Wednesday Night, 3 January

Last night, Natalie made herself busy in the lab, careful not to disturb Dr. Wilson's visitors. Tonight, she was sitting at the front desk, watching-but-not-watching The Final Warrior on American Movie Classics. She wondered when they started showing commercials. And, if she was honest with herself, she was definitely trying to avoid the angel. Yes, she had treated him. No, they weren't out to kill each other. Despite this, she still felt decidedly awkward.

But she still had a job to do.

Damn it.

Putting down the remote, she headed for the first exam room, the good doctor's medical chart in hand.

After checking on her lone patient, she embedded herself in the lab. She really needed a better coping mechanism...

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...and the doctor on duty is in the lab. Again.

Physician, heal thyself wouldn't quite work here, Natalie thought.

Though Natalie was closer to the truth than she might have known. Wilson had heard the voices, Blair, Pippi, Parker, Aziraphale and even now he heard the sound of the orchid singing but they were still so far away, across the dunes.

And the wailing from the black water just in front of him, seemed so much louder. Wilson turned towards the sea and looked out across it's vast nothingness.

Just as he had promised Parker, Aziraphale was settled as comfortably as he could make himself in the chair by Wilson's bed. He'd read for a while, then talked about the people he'd visited with -- even admitting that he'd been rather an ass toward Bel and poor Billy -- and then he'd read some more. As it got later, he finally made certain the light was turned low and closed his eyes, doing his best to relax and maybe even fall asleep.

He'd probably awaken at the slightest noise, but despite his expectations to the contrary, the angel did finally drop off.

Lana slipped in quietly, very late that night. She paused for a moment and smiled as she saw the angel actually resting. That could only be good for both of them.

She brushed a hand just above Aziraphale's shoulder, not wanting to wake him, but hoping that the near touch would somehow express some of her caring to him as he slept. She quietly pulled up a chair on the other side of Dr. Wilson, gently adjusting the blanket covering him and touching his hand.

"Hi, Dr. Wilson," she said very softly. She talked to him for a few minutes, then found the book she'd been reading from the night before. "Anyone else read this while I was gone?" she asked. "No? Well, then, let's pick up where we left off." She settled herself in and began to read again, planning to continue until her voice gave out.

On the shore, arms wrapped around himself to ward off the cold, Wilson turned back towards the dunes.

He could hear a voice and after a little bit of time he recognized it as Lana's. From the pitch and cadance, it sounded like whatever she had been talking about last night, she was talking about again tonight. He couldn't here exact words but the tone was soothing and it made him smile.

Made him smile and distracted his attention away from the blackness of the sea at his back. Instead, he found himself reliving memories of times with Lana, such as the infamous Kama Sutra book in Phale's bookstore. It made him smile.

Aziraphale stirred a bit when Lana entered, but the fact that she came near him and projected a sort of soothing presence meant that he wasn't jerked out of his rest by a need to protect Wilson. Instead, he awoke enough to realize that it was her, and to smile to himself as she began to softly read.

Her quiet voice did him as much good as it did Wilson, and before long he'd dropped off again, continuing in a light sleep for as long as Lana stayed, and only awakening again when she slipped out in the wee hours of the morning.

Lucifer moved as quietly as he always did as he entered the exam room. He ignored the resting angel, moving past him to stand next to the bed, looking down at Wilson.

After observing the doctor for a few silent moments, he reached for his wrist, pulling off a small silver bell attached to a chain. It jingled quietly as he moved to hang it on the headboard of the hospital bed.

Strange that the little jingle of a small bell could catch his attention but Wilson turned towards the dune and the sound.

He had heard that little jingle a number of times as he'd been carefully picking through the silver bells, looking for just the right one to give to Lucifer. In the tangle of his subconscious, he didn't immediately connect it with the idea that the devil might be there, in the room with his physical body but rather the sound made him think of Lucifer and that alone made him smile softly to his subconscious self.

For a time, the soft tinkle of the bell and the thoughts that came with it, chased down the dark screams from the sea at his back.

After making sure the bell wouldn't fall if the bed was bumped, Lucifer continued to look down at Wilson silently. He reached out, running his hand just above the doctor's forehead, frowning as he did so. Pausing for a moment to look over at Aziraphale, he brushed his fingers over Wilson's cheek in a comforting gesture.

He turned and left the room as quietly as he had entered, stopping in the doorway to whisper, "Heal quickly."

On the beach, Wilson felt a breeze brush along his cheek. It caught his attention because while most of the winds had been cuttingly cold, this one was warm and he turned towards it, eyes searching the dark for a moment, before he smiled softly.

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