When Bob returned, his mother went to the recovery room. Bob looked Fallen over. “What makes you want to go after my son?”
Fallen took the question, and the tone it was asked, for face value. “I am not ‘going after’ Kelvin. I love him.”
“Why?”
“Why do you love him?”
“That’s different,” snarled Bob. “Look. I don’t know you, and I don’t trust you. If you’re an angel, where’s your wings?”
He sighed, “Broken, by the Grace of God.”
“Broken?” Bob backed up. “You’re a devil?”
“No, I am not.”
“You’re not an angel.”
“I am an angel, fallen from Grace.”
“You’re a goddamn demon!” Bob backed away, toward the door. “You’re not going anywhere NEAR my son, do I make myself clear?”
Fallen’s eyes blazed. “I am not a demon,” he spat, and also advanced. “You cannot and will not deny me to see the boy I love.”
“I can, and I will!” He ducked out of the waiting room. “Where’s security? Get me security. I don’t want this man near my son.”
Fallen stepped out of the waiting room and grabbed Bob by the shoulder, whipping him around. “You will not.” He gazed into the man’s eyes, exerting his will into the command. Bob shrank from the angel’s gaze, but someone grabbed him, pulling him away. Two big, burly men in uniforms stood in front of him now, two in back. “I think,” said one, “You should come with us.”
Bob was pulled away to the nurse’s station, staring at Fallen and crouched in fear. Fallen’s eyes looked up at the man in uniform, who did not back down. Fallen blinked. “I will go,” he said, and glared again at Bob, “But I will not be denied.” He raised his arms, and changed into the fallen angel of Therakiel’s horde, his hard wings just missing the men behind him. They stepped back, and he unfurled the wings, its points slamming into the glass of the waiting room, shattering it.
Fallen didn’t even notice, as he brought his wings back in, and then turned like the soldier that he had been, precisely at 180 degrees. He shoved past the guards and walked out, exuding the most angry celestial aura an angel could muster.
If that wasn’t Kelvin’s father, he would be dead by morning.