Raphael couldn't help but smile at the man's kindness. He took the offered hand, moving painfully up the slick steps and hating himself for being so weak... His wet wings were heavy on his back, leaving him feeling off-balanced (feathers, it seemed, retained water like a sponge...) He kept his hold on the bunny, who was wriggling from his grip to sniff its little nose at the man.
"A doctor cannot help me," he admitted, his words sounding foreign to his ears. "I am an angel." Did he even have a right to call himself that anymore? He was supposed to be the Archangel of Healing. The man helping him had a cane and he could sense physical problems in the legs. If he had the power he would heal him completely -he wanted to help, he wanted to help... and yet...
He hears screaming and fear fills the room like a thick fog. A gunshot fires and there is silence... only silence...
he's dead he's dead he's dead he killed himself
...He took his own life and he couldn't stop it, he couldn't... couldn't...
Another violent shiver snapped him back to the present. He turned to the man, a human who could have easily ignored him, let him slowly discorporate. What reason would a human have to help an injured angel after all?"Thank you," he said hoarsely, feeling inadequate for not being able to truly express his gratefulness. He ruffled his wings, rainwater streaming from soaked feathers.
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"A doctor cannot help me," he admitted, his words sounding foreign to his ears. "I am an angel." Did he even have a right to call himself that anymore? He was supposed to be the Archangel of Healing. The man helping him had a cane and he could sense physical problems in the legs. If he had the power he would heal him completely -he wanted to help, he wanted to help... and yet...
He hears screaming and fear fills the room like a thick fog. A gunshot fires and there is silence... only silence...
he's dead he's dead he's dead he killed himself
...He took his own life and he couldn't stop it, he couldn't... couldn't...
Another violent shiver snapped him back to the present. He turned to the man, a human who could have easily ignored him, let him slowly discorporate. What reason would a human have to help an injured angel after all?"Thank you," he said hoarsely, feeling inadequate for not being able to truly express his gratefulness. He ruffled his wings, rainwater streaming from soaked feathers.