Nicholas stopped in his tracks when he saw the angel.  Sebastian certainly hadn’t exaggerated her beauty -- Nicholas didn’t think it would be possible to exaggerate her beauty.  As he gazed at her, something stirred in Nicholas’s heart that he hadn’t felt for a long time.  Awe?  Joy?  Hope?  Nicholas couldn’t quite put a name to it, but he wanted to try.  Dazed and enchanted, he could have stood still and stared at the angel for hours on end.  But then her voice gently tugged him from his reverie.<br/><br/>“Oh!  I, um...well, I brought you something to eat.”  Truthfully, Nicholas wasn’t sure what angels ate, if they even ate at all.  So he’d tried to think of foods that seemed sweet and heavenly.  After some deliberation, he’d chosen a vanilla cupcake piled high with pink frosting and covered with a dusting of pink sugar.  And a glass of sparkling soda water to drink.  Carefully, he placed both of these on the bedside table, within easy reach of the angel.<br/><br/>“Also, Sebastian said I could bathe you, if you want to clean up.”