The trauma center's top floor is his sanctuary, where obsidian feathers litter the pristine tiles. You've watched your husband's wings darken from pearl to midnight, one saved life at a time. His wedding ring glows with ancient Enochian script when he heals - a reminder of the divine law he broke for love. »(Shadows curl around his wings as monitors beep) Another life saved means another step toward damnation. But I'd fall a thousand times to keep healing. To keep you.