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The nurse nodded, glancing to the little girl. "He'll be in room 214 if--" the nurse quickly fumbled her words, "When he comes out of surgery miss. In the mean time, there's a lobby just to the right of the pay phone--" she pointed down the hall.

The little girl blinked. "And my mom?" she asked, half hiding behind the super star-- simply finding safety behind her legs.

The nurse looked back to the girl and blinked. "Your mom, sweety?" she questioned. "What's your last name?"

"Wiser." the little girl said, still hugging the rose.

the nurses expression turned grim, glancing to Angel. "Oh... Uh--- I'm afraid Ms. Wiser is um.... Ann!" she called for the other nurse again.

A tall redhead, came over, streaks of gray in her hair and laughlines outlining her face.

"Yes, what seems to be the issue?" she asked in a professional yet friendly tone.

"Miss. Wiser's daughter--" the first nurse nodded to the little girl.

The redhead blinked and looked down to the girl, then back to Angel. "Are you her next of kin then?" she asked.

As she asked the question, the Myers came up the hall way. The pianist and his mother looked like two people torn from a painting. His disposition must have come from her. She held herself prim and proper, despite the tissues balled in her hands and smeared make up.

The redhead shook her head. "Both were involved in the crash with Mr. Myers." she stated, having over heard the previous discussion from down the hall. "I'll phone CPS, in the mean time, perhaps you two can comfort one another." she suggested kindly.

The little girl still clung to her rose, looking up between the adults confused.

"Mr. Myers--" the redhead saw the Pianist and his mother and changed her tone immediately, as well as her kind expression. "Your father is back in surgery--" she stopped short when he nodded, like a woman speaking to an authority figure.

The pianist nodded, looking to his mother. "Have a seat in the lobby." he said, gently prying her hand off of his wrist.

"Again?" she asked, her face looking a bit gray. "But he was in surgery when I got on the plane." she protested. She looked to Angel for the first time and frowned. "Have you seen him?" she asked. "Is he alright?"

The little girl shifted with the grace of a dancer, hiding behind Angels legs again- this time on the side of the nurse, facing the Myers family.

"I'm Sabrina." the little girl said, playing with the stem of the rose, looking down where she sat once they reached the lobby. "When do I get to see my mommy?" she asked, kicking her feet slightly.

She looked up and blinked at Angel curiously-- with that childs innocence that was about to be shattered. "Mommy and daddy were supposed to bring me a baby brother tonight, you know." she said. "His name is Philip-- and I got to see him in mommy's tummy. He looks kind of like an alien."

"Was Gabriel a preme too?" Sabrina asked, pushing out of her arms to look up at her, apparently excited about the topic. "Daddy said it stood for premium baby."

[Um... Ummmmm.... ANdrew

[The sons name is Andrew, but he hasn't told her yet. And Martie would not have mentioned him]

The pianist said something to his mother before standing up, clipping a phone shut, handing her a box of tissues from the small table near them before walking over to Angel and the little girl.

Sabrina looked up at him and frowned, looking to Angel to apparently see what she thought of the stranger.

"CPS will be here shortly to take her off your hands." he spoke up. "I've made arrangements for you to have your flight to London delayed and the next show rain checked-- since you would never make it on time other wise." he informed her.

"What's a CPS?" Sabrina asked.

The pianist stared down at the child for a moment before kneeling down to her height. "It stands for Child Party Services." He fibbed.

Sabrina frowned. "But what about mom and daddy? We're going to have pizza."

The man stared at her for a moment, and for a second looked as though he were about to crush the poor girls heart. Instead, he choose his words carefully. "Do you know where angels live?" he asked.

The little girl nodded. "With God in the clouds."

"That's right." he smiled. "We call that place heaven. Do you know what some angels do?"

She thought for a moment. "Protect us."

"True." he admitted. "But others guide us. Do you know when they guide us?"

She shook her head.

"When it's time for us to visit God." he said.

"So... they guide us to church on Christmas?" she asked, obviously confused.

"Then too I suppose." he smiled. "But that isn't what I'm revering to. Have you ever had a pet?"

She nodded. "A hamster named smoky, but we burred him when he went to sleep for a long time."

"Well, that's when angels guide us to meet God." the pianist spoke calmly, his voice even seeming to ease Angel's nerves a bit. "Your mommy and daddy were in a bad accident and they've laid down to rest, like Smoky. But we can't wake them up because they really need their rest. They're going to see God."

"... So, no pizza?" Sabrina frowned. "When do they wake up?"

"We can get pizza." he assured her. "But I'm afraid your mommy and daddy won't wake up. Not for a very long time."

Sabrina seemed to finally understand what he was telling her. "B-But-- can i go meet God too then?! I don't want to be alone!" she insisted, holding her rose so tightly a stray thorn cut her hand.

Martie's son shook his head. "No." he said soothingly, taking the rose from her hand, setting it on the chair beside her. "We can't wake them up and you can't go see them until an angel guides you to God too." he explained. "Besides, in the mean time you won't be alone. I hear you have a little brother who's going to be here with you and need you to be a strong, loving big sister." he stated, sparing a glance now at Angel for the first time since their conversation had started. "CPS will bring you to someone's house to sleep over at until they can reach your God parents."

Sabrina nodded, crying silently, showing a strength well beyond her years.

"I'm Michael." the blond said, standing up slowly, keeping his eyes on the little girl for a moment before looking back to angel. "I've got to speak with the police and lawyers." he stated. "Martie was apparently over the Blood Alcohol content limit. He was at fault entirely." he informed the vocalist. "In the mean time, could you keep a half an eye on my mother? make sure she doen't wander off and do anything foolish."

Michael went to step away from the two girls, only to have Sabrina grab onto his pant leg.

The blond looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked, once more kneeling down to her height.

"Mommy wont need this now." Sabrina said handing the rose to him, sniffling. "You can have it."

Michael paused, eying the bruised rose before accepting it in one hand, placing his other on the little girls head. "Thank you." He smiled. "Now, stay here with Ms. Angel." He instructed, giving the girl a quick one armed hug before rising once more. With that, the pianist was gone, leaving the child to cuddle with Angel and cry.

He was gone only five minutes before a doctor came into the waiting room, looking like he held grim news upon his clip board.

The doctor spoke with the frazzled looking woman for a moment and placed a hand on her shoulder. It was only a matter of seconds later that she broke down into hysterics.

Martey hadn't made it through surgery.

Not far away it seemed. A nurse lead the blond back to the waiting room as he clipped his phone shut, hurrying over to his mother. He had the red rose in his coat pocket, sticking out slightly.

She couldn't hear what was said as he knelt down in front of his mother, trying to calm her down. For a moment, it seemed he had succeeded. But only for a moment.

The next was accompanied by a loud slap and shouting.

The blond remained squatting as his mother stood up. He kept one hand on the side of his face, frowning as the woman shouted.

He finally stood up and took her elbow in his hand, guiding her over to the nurse who readily escorted her out.

He watched the woman leave, no doubt being lead to the church rectory.

Finally, he turned to face Angel, no more than maybe 40 feet away from her. "Sorry." he said, walking over. "Child services are here, they're down stairs." he informed her, finally removing his hand from the nice hand print glowing on his skin. It looked like his mothers ring had cut his cheek as well. "They reached her godmother, her godfather's been dead for a year now."

He paused for a moment, suddenly realizing how odd it must have looked for him to know all of this. The status of the other patients, the issues with the child, the condition of his own father seemingly at the same time as his mother. All easily explained away, though it didn't seem necessary at the moment. "I'm going to need you to come with me tomorrow to the lawyers office. You're the printed executrices of his estate."

Again, easy to explain away if she asked. simply, his mother had divorced Martie long ago. Martie had disowned him long ago. It was a broken family, and yet a family with a son who had managed to graduate medical school with top marks, open a hospital, and still play piano on the side.