Akeelah sat next to her friend on the steps of the Infirmary, hugging his left arm to her chest, trying to offer over as much comfort as she could. The screams of his friend having faded long ago, but the ringing of them still echoed in their ears, he was bent over on himself. His face was buried in his knees and tears dripped onto the step under him.
The Healer had taken his old friend from over his shoulder and practically whisked him away from that point on. It had gone so far as to him forbidding him entrance when he'd started getting in the way and his temper the better of him.
"Zaveriel."
The gentle rumble of the Healer's voice called out to him from behind and the young messenger was quick to turn.
"He's asking for you."