Raphael is drawn to the Safe House

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Time: April 27, around two AM
Place: on the front lawn of the Manor
Status: PUBLIC (anyone up at 2AM who wants to find him catching his discorporation out there)
Summary: A tired and weary Archangel discovers the Manor

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Raphael stirred a bit, trying to slide his crunched wings out from beneath his back. He could slightly sense that someone -Joe?- had left and felt a pang of sadness. I didn't get to thank him! He also sensed the man that asked to be taken home, which meant despite channelling every bit of energy he had, the teleport hadn't worked. He would have apologized if he'd had the strength to speak.

In a dimly-conscious part of his mind still desperately trying to stay afloat in the muck within his mind, he was still reliving the events of the previous day. There was still a bitter young man waving a gun, there was a Hellbeast nearly fatally wounding him. There was a shot fired and blood and death... He whimpered weakly, his chest aching for that poor boy that lost his sister and felt he had nothing else to live for.

"She was all I had!"

"I'm through listening to what you have to say!"

...There is blood... So much blood and death and he took his own life...!

He's dead he's dead he's dead...

"Doctor?"

"...Archangel of Healing..."

"...of Healing..."

"Healing..."

He abruptly turned over and vomitted over the side of the bed, his whole insides feeling as if it tried to squeeze through his raw throat. Nothing really came out (how long had it been since he'd eaten?) but it left him gasping for air that soon lead to tears and finally wracking sobs that seemed to tear through his weakened form.

He took his own life!

He destroyed himself!

He...

What could he do now? What good could he be to anyone?

[roseheerkens]

Raphael really didn't seem to be well. Not well at all. She hoped, Mr von Arcon knew what he did. But Mr Dawson most probably could use the help cleaning. She hadn't forgotten the fact that he'd have problems sweeping the floor.

"Alright, sir."

And she went to help Joe clean up the bar. She'd have to clean the hallway as well, and the stairs, and the lobby. So much blood. I hope Raphael gets well again.