Summary Of Epilogue To Gideon: A Fictional Narrative

I woke up with new dressings on my shoulder, calf, and abdomen. I figured that Gideon had taken care of them after I passed out. I got out of the cot-like bed and went down the hall into the bathroom. I took care of my business, and went to the kitchen in search of food. I stopped in the doorway, Gideon had found an apron and had secured it around his waist. He also had music playing, I recognized TNT by ACDC and I smiled. I loved rock music, that had been one of the things I shared with my Dad. I smiled at the memories, and pulled myself out of my thoughts. Gideon was currently bobbing his head and singing a bit off key. I held back a laugh, but apparently I wasn’t quiet enough. He tossed a glance over his shoulder and grinned. “How are we this morning?”
I shrugged, “Fine I guess. I’m still really sore.”
He nodded and kept singing, “I’m making pancakes, do you want some?” I smiled, “Sure.” As I got up, I started to sing quietly to the music. I was often told by my family that I was an awful singer, that didn’t stop me though. I saw Gideon looking at me, “Sorry. I’m not a very good singer.”
He smiled a bit, “Don’t worry. Neither am I.” He kept grinning and sang again, a bit quieter than before. I slowly joined him, feeling happy. I sat down on a couch in the living room, and Gideon joined me
I ran up the stairs, throwing open the door to Gideon’s room. He was on the ground, screaming. I bent down beside him, checking for a wound or something. I quickly surrounded him in the golden light again, and it took a couple minutes, but he soon calmed. Gideon whimpered, and I sat on the bed, he snuggled up, placing his head in my lap. I stiffened, before I slowly started to play with his hair, muttering soothing words. He calmed, and I did too. He had a weird effect on me, he could make me laugh, but he was also serious at times. I sighed, thoughts slowing. “It’ll be okay Gideon. I’m