Gabriel's p.o.v.
I remember the searing pain going through my body as my wings were ripped off my back, the pressure and scalding sensation was enough for a scream to tear out of my throat. I remember the feeling of hopeless as I fell, the feeling of my grace being stripped away from me, leaving me completely human. I remember the snow, the cold sensation that soothed the burn, the sensation that if I lay there forever, the pain will go away, that if I give way to deaths comforting arms, that I might just live in enteral peace. I remember blinking slowly, the snow falling heavy at my lashes. I remember the reaper coming towards me, it's slow deliberate steps taunting  me as it kept me away from sweet salvation. I remember it's voice, it's cold, icy voice as it spoke to me.
"It's not your time."
And in that moment, that silence that fell over the snowy landscape, I truly felt lost and hopeless and vulnerable. In that moment I felt pure agony sweep through me as I was denied the death I deserved. That's when the footsteps came back, fast paced, crunchy steps coming towards me. I remember the gasp, the sharp intake of breath as this entity looked over my body. I remember the hands, the gloved, warm hands touching me, lifting me off the ground. I remember feeling that I didn't deserve to be saved.

I woke up in a sweat, my breathing rapid as I tried to calm down. Looking around I took notice of my surroundings and fell back against the pillows, my arm coming to rest over my eyes. Ever since I arrived here, I had the same dream sequence over and over again, nothing changing and nothing left out. It's as if my father is taunting me with these dreams as if to say, 'you can't have your paradise'. Sighing softly I rolled onto my side, wincing at the slight pain in my legs. I closed my eyes and tried to dream of something other than that horrid day.

                             [Your Name] p.o.v.

   As my alarm buzzed loudly next to me, I groggily woke up, the sun streaming through the blinds and washing over my face. Sighing I rolled over and shut off my alarm and laid back against the pillows, closing my eyes for a few moments. Although I knew I had to get up eventually, I had to check the weather and check up on Gabriel as well and make him and myself some breakfast. Getting up from bed, I made my way downstairs, stifling a yawn with each step.
   Stepping into the kitchen I gathered some eggs and bacon from the fridge and some bread from the drawer. Setting up the toaster on the counter, I pulled out a few slices of bread and put them on a plate for now, not wanting to toast them right away. Picking a pan from the cabinet I placed it on the stove and placed a small tab of butter onto it, then I picked out another pan and did the same as well. After cracking two eggs in the pan and flipping them into an over easy style, I unwrapped the bacon and placed a few strips on the other pan. I went over to the cabinet and got out three plates and some paper towels from the counter. I went back to the stove and continued on making breakfast.
After I was done making breakfast, I got out a wooden serving tray and placed a plate of eggs, bacon and toast onto it and a glass of orange juice along with utensils and napkins. Carrying the tray to the guest room where Gabriel was, I knocked quickly and walked in, placing the tray on the beside table. Gabriel was on his side, asleep. Shaking him gently, I whispered to him.
"Gabriel, I made you breakfast." He mumbled and pulled his shoulder away. Rolling my eyes I shook him more and spoke with more volume.
"Gabriel, come on buddy, you gotta get up." He whined softly and brushed away my hand.
"Give me a few minutes." I gave a slight chuckle and turned on the light.
"Sure thing, breakfast is on the table next to you." He mumbled out a thanks and I left the room to eat my own breakfast in the kitchen.
After finishing eating I washed the pans and my dishes, putting them in the drying rack. Drying my hands off with a dishcloth, I went to check on Gabriel and see how he was doing. Going to room I gave a slight knock on the door and walked in. He looked up as I entered, the food on the tray was gone.
"You were hungry huh?" I asked, smiling some as I picked up the tray. He gave a slight chuckle.
"Yeah it was really good, thanks." I gave a slight shrug.
"No problem, glad you liked it. You need anything g while I'm here?" He looked down at his hands for a few moments, playing with his fingers.
"If it wouldn't be too much..uh I know I smell so could you maybe..help me..with that?" He asked shyly, his voice going softer with each other. I smiled softly and nodded.
"Of course, let me get these washed and I'll get everything set up." Gabriel gave a soft smile and nodded some.
"Thank you." With that I left, washed the dishes and got everything I needed from the bathroom and a small tub of soapy water set up in the guest room. I went upstairs to my room and into the closet,rummaging through the clothes to get what I needed. Now where did I put it...oh there it is. I pulled out a cardboard box, the edges frayed and dented. Opening the flaps I took out a few articles of clothing, a green woolen flannel, a pair of flannel pajama pants, and a small stack of boxers, the cloth being so compressed that they just molded together. Gathering up the clothing I went back downstairs and placed the articles of clothing on the edge of the bed. The tub of water was in the bedside table a few hand towels were next to it along with some regular sized towels.
"I hope you don't mind me taking off your clothes." Gabriel blushed a bit, looking away for a few moments.
"I think I'll be okay." He gave a slight chuckle, pushing away the blankets as he sat up more on the bed. I helped him out of his shirt and rolled away the blankets all the way so his feet were free. I helped him out of his pants which were stiff and smelled like a wet dog. I put those dirty clothes on the floor, worrying about them later. I left his boxers on for now, not wanting him to feel even more weirded out. I grabbed a hand towel and soaked in the warm soapy water, ringing it out into the tub. I gently started to wash his face, making soft circular motions with the towel, making sure to clear the dirt and sweat off of his face. Rinsing the towel and ringing it out again, I moved down to his arms, rubbing them in straight motions as his skin became wet and slightly soapy. I made sure to clean his fingernails, making a mental note that they needed to be trimmed and then continuing the same process with the other arm.
  After I bathed Gabriel, although it was a bit weird considering the only people I've ever bathed were coma patients and those with casts on their limbs, I helped him get dressed in the clothes I brought down and took he tub to the bathroom to wash it out.

                                Gabriel's p.o.v.
After [your name] bathed and got me dressed, she left the room to clean up everything. I laid back in bed, cleaned for the first time in a few days and feeling refreshed. The clothes were really soft, they weren't itchy like most clothes humans wear, I'll never understand fashion over comfort. Either way, I'm clean and it feels helluva lot better than being sweaty and greasy.    I pulled the blankets back over me, the warmth of them feeling comforting, and I relaxed back into the pillows. [your name] came back into the room, two small plastic cups with her along with a glass of water. I rolled my eyes lightly.
"We're still going with this?" I asked her and she just smiled.
"Well do you want to get better." I gave her silence and she let out a small chuckle. "That's what I thought." She handed the two plastic cups and set the glass on the bedside table. I took the medicine first, took a few sips of the water, then I took the pills and downed the rest of the water.
"Happy now?"
"You'll thank me later when you're feeling better and you don't have a wicked infection." I just rolled my eyes.
"We'll see about that." She laughed and picked up the cups and glass.
"I guess we will." And with that she left again, closing the door a bit as she did so. I smiled at where she stood, hearing her footsteps in the next room. Lucifer was definitely wrong, not all humans are bad.