The nurse had mentioned that the patient in this room, the one who'd suffered a panic attack immediately upon waking up, didn't have any form of identification on him. He'd been stabbed, apparently. A victim of some sort of drug war, perhaps, except that he appeared to have a perfectly normal daughter who was genuinely worried over his recovery.
It would have intrigued Father O'Reilly, even if he didn't make it a point to visit patients in problem situations like this. Refusing to give an identity, suffering unexplained panic attacks, victims of mysterious stabbings... they were the patients he prayed for. He wouldn't have known about this one so early, if he hadn't run across one of the nurses who'd helped the man while he waited for the elevator to take him to the in-hospital chapel.
His first and overwhelming reaction, upon entering the recovery room, was surprise. It took a moment for the surprise to die away, and it left resigned acceptance. Of course the man would be Solomon Wreath. Who else could it possibly have been?
"You... really weren't kidding about becoming a target, were you?" Father O'Reilly asked carefully. "I take it you don't want to report this?"
Maybe this was intended. Father O'Reilly had been beginning to wonder if, barring a visit from Saint Gabriel, he and Solomon would ever truly cross paths again. Or, indeed, if Father O'Reilly would ever run across any other evidence of the world of sorcerers in his lifetime. He'd been anxiously scanning every unfamiliar face in his church for the last day, wondering which one of them might turn out to be Saint Gabriel. So far, he was fairly sure none of them would.
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It would have intrigued Father O'Reilly, even if he didn't make it a point to visit patients in problem situations like this. Refusing to give an identity, suffering unexplained panic attacks, victims of mysterious stabbings... they were the patients he prayed for. He wouldn't have known about this one so early, if he hadn't run across one of the nurses who'd helped the man while he waited for the elevator to take him to the in-hospital chapel.
His first and overwhelming reaction, upon entering the recovery room, was surprise. It took a moment for the surprise to die away, and it left resigned acceptance. Of course the man would be Solomon Wreath. Who else could it possibly have been?
"You... really weren't kidding about becoming a target, were you?" Father O'Reilly asked carefully. "I take it you don't want to report this?"
Maybe this was intended. Father O'Reilly had been beginning to wonder if, barring a visit from Saint Gabriel, he and Solomon would ever truly cross paths again. Or, indeed, if Father O'Reilly would ever run across any other evidence of the world of sorcerers in his lifetime. He'd been anxiously scanning every unfamiliar face in his church for the last day, wondering which one of them might turn out to be Saint Gabriel. So far, he was fairly sure none of them would.