darker_london | For the love of God!! (Peter, Amadeo)

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Peter had been awake for less than 24 hours when Amadeo, Rolf's insane older brother, burst into his hospital room the very embodiment of frantic. "Peter!" Amadeo said, rushing to Peter's bedside. Peter sort of murmured and Amadeo took that to mean 'please continue' instead of 'dear god, you're annoying' and he continued. "We must take action!"

"Uhm...not much...action taking going to happen from me today." Peter said, his words slurring slightly. He was still out of it. He had had brain surgery a few days ago!! And before that a massive attack that had nearly killed him, surely he deserved a day off?

"Delford! Iris! More will come! Thousands! No survivors!"

Peter blinked. Amadeo was referring to the wiping out of the towns Iris and Delford? Now he was listening. "Alright, Amadeo. Tell me what you know." If Amadeo didn't calm down, Peter felt like he might explode just from being near him.

"Kayin and Aybelle! They'll come! Peter, lives hang in the balance!"

"Cain and Abel?" Oh god, the old angel was really round the bend. He was surrounded by too many modern inconveniences for his 300-year-old hermit mind to take. He'd seen one too many infomercials with their incredible inventions and he'd lost the plot. The man was mystified by a stapler, and now he was saying dead Biblical people were going to come back and slaughter towns. Sure, it was possible for them to come back, granted they were not mythological, which Peter believed them to be. But even if they were actually dead in the Beyond, they could only be brought back if they were needed. No one really needed genocide... "Amadeo...why don't you sit down."

"There's no time! We have to act! What is that?!" Amadeo pointed at Peter's bed controls and his eyes widened in fascination.

"That's mine." Peter said, taking the controls away from his vicinity. No touchy touchy...

"Is it somehow attached to your body? Does it make your insides work? Humans are so feeble. Just one little thing goes wrong and they fall apart. Like you. One tiny clump of cells and you lose the ability to do anyth-"

"That's enough." Peter said, feeling quite huffy. "I know. I know how feeble I am, alright."

"Do you?" Amadeo asked, narrowing his eyes.

Peter stared at Amadeo until it felt like the angel was boring into his soul with his black eyes. "Yes?"

"You'll be needed. Kayin and Aybelle do not give in."

"Right." Peter nodded, though he had no idea what he was nodding about.

"We must remain vigilant! I'll go keep watch!" Amadeo turned and left the room.

"You go do that. Big...angelic...freak of nature." Peter sighed and he leaned back against the pillows and he hummed himself a Dream Theater song before drifting back off to sleep.