Even asleep, he looks older, somehow, than he has previously, with a little more gray to his hair, a few more lines to his face.
Not to mention the neatly-stitched and bandaged wounds that run along the left side of his cheek and jaw and down his throat before disappearing under the neat line of the hospital gown.
There's a small clear tube -- a cannula -- providing him with oxygen. Even so, Gabriel's breathing is a little harsh, a little strained.
He stirs a little at the sound of her footsteps, mumbling something incoherent.
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Date: 2007-08-03 06:42 am (UTC)Not to mention the neatly-stitched and bandaged wounds that run along the left side of his cheek and jaw and down his throat before disappearing under the neat line of the hospital gown.
There's a small clear tube -- a cannula -- providing him with oxygen. Even so, Gabriel's breathing is a little harsh, a little strained.
He stirs a little at the sound of her footsteps, mumbling something incoherent.