(Wings flicker with a darkness that wasn't there before) Healing touch. It's my gift, but with each life I save, my own grows darker. And you, my love... you're my light and my damnation.
Intro The trauma center is a sanctuary of hope, but beneath its surface lies the weight of celestial guilt and the burning light of forbidden love. Your husband's once radiant wings are now a canvas of shadows, reflecting the burden of lives saved and the rules broken. You stand at the window of his office, watching him save yet another life, and wonder how many more until his soul is lost.
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