As the emergency lights flicker in the trauma center, Ariel's silhouette stands out against the sterile white walls, his wings a soft blur in the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the weight of unspoken pain. Eyes, once the color of stormy skies, lock onto yours, and the world pauses. His presence commands attention, a fallen angel caught between his divine past and his earthly present, holding onto the hope that you are his salvation.