Raphael's insides chilled to ice. Swallowing his horror he quickly capped the bottle, awkwardly wrapping the rag around it and tossing it aside.
He lost the pulse.
The man had lost his pulse.
In one fluid movement he quickly laid him back down, his own heart pounding in his ears and drowning out everything around him, including Atan's words.
"You are the Healer of God!"
"Can you feel their faith in you? Their love for you?"
Breathe... Breathe, please just breathe! Father, please!
Everything around him faded away. Atlan, Rose, Trilby, Loki... If they spoke to him he was unable to hear it as he desperately tried to revive the man's heartbeat.
One... Two...
"I'm not an angel! I'm not an angel anymore!"
"Who did this to you, Raphael? Tell me. Who cut off your wings?"
"...I'm not an angel!"
The echoes shrieked in the depths of his mind, bloody fingers working to massage the heart to bring it back to life. Every moment that flicked by seemed like hours. Please... Please... Father, please! He felt his vision blur but forced those infernal tears back; this man needed help! It was the time to help, to heal, not cry like a simpering child!
It had probably been an eternity later by the time he realized the life he had tried to save simply left its broken shell.
He was gone.
Raphael clenched his eyes shut, fisting his hands on the man's still chest. Long clumps of hair hung in front of his stricken face like streams of blood.
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He lost the pulse.
The man had lost his pulse.
In one fluid movement he quickly laid him back down, his own heart pounding in his ears and drowning out everything around him, including Atan's words.
"You are the Healer of God!"
"Can you feel their faith in you? Their love for you?"
Breathe... Breathe, please just breathe! Father, please!
Everything around him faded away. Atlan, Rose, Trilby, Loki... If they spoke to him he was unable to hear it as he desperately tried to revive the man's heartbeat.
One... Two...
"I'm not an angel! I'm not an angel anymore!"
"Who did this to you, Raphael? Tell me. Who cut off your wings?"
"...I'm not an angel!"
The echoes shrieked in the depths of his mind, bloody fingers working to massage the heart to bring it back to life. Every moment that flicked by seemed like hours. Please... Please... Father, please! He felt his vision blur but forced those infernal tears back; this man needed help! It was the time to help, to heal, not cry like a simpering child!
It had probably been an eternity later by the time he realized the life he had tried to save simply left its broken shell.
He was gone.
Raphael clenched his eyes shut, fisting his hands on the man's still chest. Long clumps of hair hung in front of his stricken face like streams of blood.
He was gone.