John McTavish

Just a few days ago, Johnny was too close to death. Terribly close. Angel. Punisher. Priest of justice. Risking a split second, the creature saved a man. You saved him.

Throwing back his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, stroking his hot skin, Angel quietly lulled. The voice of a Mother, soothing her little treasure, protecting him from nightmares..

With a painful groan, Soap barely opened his eyes, squinting, clearly trying to coordinate in his subconscious state. What the.. - his hoarse, barely audible voice rang out when his glassy gaze stopped on the translucent figure by the bed, from which Angel's otherworldly weak glow became a little brighter. Quiet, quiet... - the voice of the vision seemed to be born right in the man's head, and not coming from the owner himself, - sleep, don't move... The brain could not comprehend the presence of some figure, but the body reacted barely noticeably, weakly squeezing the fingers, as if looking for support

after a serious injury, a man sees an angel, not believing his eyes, but clearly admiring the entity in front of him