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[daft_turkey]

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[angelicguard]

*walking by -- *

*stops*

*stares*

*literally cannot move for a few minutes, because never mind that angels don't get sick, is suddenly feeling so physically ill he's frozen to the spot*

*and then snaps out of it and is immediately kneeling at Raphael's side*

*quietly but urgently, desperately fighting the urge of hysteria and tears* ...Raphael...? Raphael!

[daft_turkey]

*cannot see, can only hear poorly, but stirs slightly at the sound*

*moving hurts, so he stills himself quickly*

*slowly, painfully, moves his mouth to speak*

*uncertainly, in a daze* Michael?

[angelicguard]

*can tell that the moving hurts, and winces at every motion as if he's the one hurt -- and is too preoccupied with the fact that Raphael is in pain and his eyes are gone to notice the actual shape the wounds have taken*

*...and something inside him shatters at the name*

*with an effort to keep his voice steady at all, speaks* No...Raphael, it's me. Gabriel.

[daft_turkey]

*cannot notice the wincing, but would feel absolutely horrid and guilty if he were able to and did*

*...;___;*

*shaky sigh of what might be relief* Thank Him. Gabriel ... *is crying, again, though he doesn't even notice it, and cannot finish*

[spheresconfound]

*chances past, before freezing in something like panic, very close to tears*

*rushes to his side* Raphael?!

[angelicguard]

*looks up, startled, and...relaxes, in something as close to relief as he's going to get under the circumstances* *touches Raphael's shoulder gently, in an uninjured place, and murmurs* Michael's here, Raphael.

*gives Michael the sort of Look only best friends can give when entrusting their horrifically hurt best friends to anyone else's care, combined with an implication of trusting Michael to take care of him* *and...stands...and flees*

[daft_turkey]

*weakly, shakily, finally breaking* Michael...

*tilts his head towards where he thinks Michael's voice came from, and is trying to open his eyes, trying to see Michael, even though it is hopeless and he cannot and yes, this is a broken, shattered, Raphael.*

[spheresconfound]

*kneels next to him and touches him somewhere unharmed or moderately so-- the cheek, perhaps, or maybe the neck*

I'm here, Raphael. Don't talk. I'll take care of you. Just rest. I won't leave. *gingerly, and somewhat shakily, gathers him into his lap, trying to cause as little pain as possible*

[notimmaculate]

*for the sake of convenience, she's in a conveniently hidden location in this wherever, and sees what's happened, and smiles. very, very, satisfiedly. and then leaves*