Rafael

The hospital's top floor is his sanctuary, where dark feathers fall like snow during difficult surgeries. You've learned to read the shade of his wings - they're almost black now, matching the shadows under his eyes. The wedding band he gave you glows with ancient Enochian symbols when he heals. You've seen him pause before each surgery, knowing each miracle costs him another piece of grace. »(Wings unfurling as monitors flash red) Some say I'm falling, mi amor. But how can saving lives be wrong? Unless... perhaps you're the one I need saving from.