Gabriel remained seated, but it was not of his own doing. He felt like all of his limbs had frozen, been stunned into a locked place that he couldn't move from if he tried. His gaze remained on Rachel and while he knew that she enjoyed teasing him as much as he did her, the usual look of amusement was not in her eyes and she would never have done anything so cruel. So if this wasn't a joke, then there was a complete upturning of his world that he had to deal with in these few frantic seconds.
His mind couldn't move fast enough. The healers had told him that she had been slipping in and out of consciousness, unable to remember the few times she had woken, but that wasn't uncommon with all the potions and spells they had to put her under because of the dark magic. Gabriel had accepted these things as fact, and that they would have been able to sense or---or test if it was more serious, but maybe it was still too early to tell? Maybe she was just having one of those moments.
But Gabriel wasn't completely naive. He knew his wife had suffered a head injury years before that had left her in a reverted state and had changed her life once again. He blinked, furiously, knowing that the healers did know that, and were quite aware of it, but until Rachel was physically feeling better how much could they do on the mental or---he---he had no idea, his Ravenclaw logic was going into rapid fire mode to prevent him from having a complete mental breakdown by jumping to conclusions.
"Can you tell me what year it is?" he asked slowly, "Can you tell me--what your name is?" Gabriel blinked furiously, unsure why he was putting himself through such torture as this. Her answers could either keep together or tear apart his heart and Gabriel didn't know when he'd gained such a strength to deal with something of this caliber on his own.
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