Rays of light flickered through the windows from the ever-persistent sun, whose angered insistance to have its light spread into the room was met with resistance from the blinds. The blinds would glow an almost holy looking orange due to the rays, before a hand would come over to take hold of the string which would lift them, allowing the sunlight to victoriously rush into the room at last, letting no shadow go unnoticed from its gaze. This hand would retract from the string, reaching over to scratch the back of an elder man's head, whose eyes stared on as the young man sat in silence beside the bed of, well, an angel. More specifically: his angel.

His... fallen, angel.

The elder man sighed, staring at the weak form of the fallen angel, whose eyes were softly closed. She was a beautiful young woman, but the tubes which ran into her marred this appearance from many... but not the young man. The young man did not lose love, did not lose faith, did not lose hope. He had given up long ago, had given up on everything he held dear to him as a person, but he had not given up on the faith he held for her.

"Dominic..." spoke the elder man, whose eyes now closed to the horrible sight before him, "It's late in the week, you... you have a plane to catch..."

A slew of thoughts, of bitter nothings whispering through the young man's head soon opened his eyes to the world around him. An anger unknown to the young man flooded his veins... and the proverbial index finger was pointing at a man who called himself a savior.

'I have to leave her again... I have to risk losing her again...'

An unholy scream.

"FUCK SKYLER, HE CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HELL!"

The elder man winced, now opening his own eyes to stare on as the young man stood, his body trembling from the untold anger within him. He then turned to the elder man, his eyes burning with the tears that could tell the story of the pain he was going through. His fists would clench, unclench, then clench again as though the action might be provided him with relief from the stress which tore at him from within.

"Dominic," the elder man began once more, his eyes now showing more concern as he took a step forward, "calm down son... it's going to be okay."

"It's... it's been a month, dad. It's nearly been a month since she came here... why isn't she awake yet? Why is she still..."

The anger within the young man was, of course, still overpowering... but it was the despair he felt from his fallen angel's coma which would so easily change his attitude on the dime. The young man was forced to lower his gaze to the floor as the tears trickled down, tears he'd grown all too accustomed to feeling burn against his eyes and skin. The elder man took another step forward, reaching his hand out to gently place it on the young man's shoulder.

"She'll be awake soon, son... I promise."

The young man let out a grunt of pain, struggling to hold in the cry of frustration building within him. He did well with this, the urge subsiding as he took shuddered breaths to try and relax his tortured body, the elder man watching on all the while; desperate to help the young man forward through his pain, desperate to see that pain end and the happiness come again.

"I'll be back, Suki... I, I love you..."

The young man lets out a shuddered breath, turns back to his fallen angel, and kneels before her to place a kiss against her cheek. He then pulls away and coldly leaves the room, that once persistent sun now hiding its face in shame behind the clouds, now feeling the pain in the young man's heart. The elder man sighs, watching him leave, before turning to stare out at the hidden sun through the window. An unfamiliar noise echoes through the room, but it is a noise not at all unfamiliar to the elder man himself; as such, he turns slowly, his eyes betraying the confusion in his mind as he looks upon the fallen angel once more.

The noise echoes once again, this time softer than before.

A cough.

The elder man smiles, tears in his eyes.