Gabriel was seething as he walked among the passing angels moving about doing their duties, his eyes locked on the back of one angel alone, and he moved through the others smoothly. Most stepped out of his way, seeing the look that adorned the normally passive archangels features, turning to look over their shoulders to see where he was staring. The young messenger gasped as his satchel was lifted out of his hand and fingers curled around his good shoulder.
"Zaveriel."
His second in command spun at his voice, eyes wide in alarm, trying to step back a step and he would have if it hadn't been for the fingers holding him in place.
"She told you!"
The Archangel shook his head, "Nisroc did."
Zaves looked panicked now.
"Do you want to do this here or do you want to take this to the infirmary?"
Seeing that he had no way out of this, and cursing his best friend for telling someone, he nodded to the second half of the inquiry and they marched along to the Healers domain. He couldn't really fault her though, he could see the fear in her eyes every time he managed to meet them, and he knew that it as not nice of him to use their friendship as he had to keep his own secrets and force her into keeping them as well.
Raphael looked up in surprise at their sudden appearance, immediately ushering them to one of the vacant beds with a quick wave of his hand, "What brings you two here?"
The Messenger motioned to the shoulder of his young apprentice, Zaveriel looked down in shame, though part of him was happy he was finally getting himself help. His shoulder had started to kill him with the pain of it and didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to just seemingly grit his teeth and bear it.
"His shoulder. Nisroc said there was something wrong but would not clarify exactly what. I don't believe he himself knew."
The Healer nodded and stepped up beside the younger angel, gesturing to his shoulder in question, to which the young messenger did nod in reply. He pulled his top down completely and from behind him he could hear his younger brother hiss.
His shoulder was a mottled mess of dark blues and purples. He pressed a few fingers into the tender looking skin and hummed when the younger angel yelped.
"It's broken."
Gabriel rubbed a hand down his face and stepped forward to take a seat next to the younger messenger angel. Zaveriel refused to meet his gaze as the Healer turned to give them some privacy and gather up his own supplies he needed. "Im not mad at you Zaves." The young messenger looked over to his Master with wide eyes and Gabriel met his eyes and gave a nod "Im hurt that you would want to hide this from me but I can't fault you for it. I didn't exactly cement that pillar of trust when I up and left you with no warning and a flock to guide."
"I forgave you for that."
"I know kiddo, but it's something I'm going to have to try and forgive myself for too, you were young and didn't need the responsibility of Leading the entire Flock that I forced onto you."
They fell silent for a moment, as the Healer returned and sat behind him, long fingers prodding at the painted shoulder. The Messenger took his younger's hand when the Healer gripped his shoulder to reset the bone, though he was younger then him Zaves had a tight grip and he himself had to refrain from yelping when his older brother yanked suddenly on the broken end and forced it back into place. He was silent as he worked, giving them the air between them to talk through the grievance, "Will you promise to come to me from now on though?", Zaveriel hesitated but nodded eventually, "Will you say sorry to Akeela? She was really upset after that one night."
"Of course I will. She didn't deserve that. I'm assuming it was really you who dropped that roll?"
He nodded, "She took the blame for it so you wouldn't find out."
Raphael splinted his shoulder and wrapped it in a matter of moments, giving him a smelly concoction to drink quickly, "To help with the pain and swelling, the faster you down it the better, and no heavy lifting for a while."