Gabriel felt himself flinch as he stepped into the Infirmary and his older brothers gaze immediately fell upon him, there was few who couldn't enter without the eye of the Healer catching them as they did, and he shuffled, looking to the side as he pushed his hand further in his robe, perhaps if he didn't seem suspicious then his brother would stay where he was with his new class, and he could get someone else to tend to him and be on his merry way before his older brother could even catch on.

"I do hope for your own welfare, that you intended to show me what brought you here." He had never been able to hide a wound from his older brother and he should have known that nothing would have changed even after all this time, the Healer had the eyes of a hawk when it came to spotting injuries, even for the ones that some were foolish enough to hide from him. He tried to smile up to the older archangel, but his brother was not pleased with him, thus the gesture was not returned and he merely held a hand out for him "Let me see the damage."

Despite his inner voice telling him not to, the Messenger knew when he was already playing on thin ice, especially when it came to one of his three older brothers, and he ignored that little voice as he pulled his hand out of his robe. Raphael took in quickly, in gentle fashion, pressing his fingers here and there, humming under his breath, and turned to look up at him with raised eyebrows.

"How long ago did this happen?", he indicated the color it gave "It's infected. This is not fresh." Gabriel licked his lips, trying to think of something to say as to appease his older brother, and not make a scene of it in front of his new training class, and he had only looked aside for a moment when a hand snagged him under his chin, turning him back around to look into his brothers bright blue eyes "Don't you dare even think about lying to me." And he swallowed harshly.

With the eyes of the class on him, not wanting to turn this any more south then it had already gone, he felt his face heat up with embarrassment as he stammered out his response "A—A A few weeks—weeks ago?"

"Is that a question or a statement, baby brother?"

"It's a statement, big brother."

It was a quick succumbing to his fate, and he lowered his head, averted his eyes, when his older brother took a quick inhale of breath. He follows as he's turned and lead to an empty bed, flinching when his brother calls out for his necessary items in a rough, stern, tone. All the healers, those working and those in the new class, flinch at the Healer's tone. No one wants to be responsible for upsetting the calm Healer. It's not a chance any want to dare take. If only to avoid that look of disappointment, he would give you, such as the one that the Messenger was attempting to avoid with all his might, he would break his visage at the mere sight of it. He always had. And that's not something he wants to do in front of a training class, he was a big bad archangel and would be seen as one until the end of time.

A healer rushed over with the things his brother requested, and he rubbed over the young one's head in thanks, and to give him to impression that it was not him the Healer was angered with. He smiled shyly, bowing to the mighty archangel, and turned to rush back to what he had been doing.

Raphael watched him return to mopping the other end of the hall and shook his head fondly, Constantine would learn this lesson, for a short while at least.

He turned back to the Messenger and pulled his hand closer, mindful of the injury, but none too gently. To portray his feeling on the matter at hand.

"Gabriel."

The tone was hard, but soft, and he begrudgingly looked up. This particular older brother was the only one he knew that could break even a mighty archangel with a mere look, a simple expression, and he felt his visage breaking at the mere breath of taking it in.

"Rapha….I'm sorry….I know I shouldn't have hidden it from you…..Please don't be mad…..I'm sorry." His brother only sighed, as his face heated up again from the whispering of the class behind him, and he turned to look up over the Messenger's shoulder "Go shadow one of the elders." They dispersed immediately and he was able to turn his attention back to his younger brother, Gabriel swallowed at the full attention he was given as his hand was disinfected and bound in gentle fashion "What do I do to those who try and hide injuries from me?"

The Messenger swallowed and shook his head, but his older brother was relentless, and gave him another look, that look that meant 'you will answer my question with much haste' and he mumbled under his breath the response.

"Speak up. Clearly. No mumbling."

"You…have them find….find a switch."

"Do you think you're treatment will be any different simply because of your status?"

The Messenger shook his head silently, preparing himself for the command. It wouldn't be the first time he's felt the Healers displeasure at such an avoidable action, and it probably, regrettably, wouldn't be the last time.

He hated it when one of his brothers became angry at him, they were all hardhanded, and weren't afraid to bring him down those few pegs if the need came to arise for such correction. It made him feel like he was a fledgling again, and after all that he himself had lived through because of their infighting, part of him wanted to cry at the thought that they cared enough to continue to do so.

"What happened the last time you did this?"

"You….umm….you took a switch….you took it to me in front of the Aerie….because…..because that's where I was hiding."

"And what do you think should happen now?"

He looked up at his older brother, meeting his eyes again, and he felt his insides melt at the look he gazed into. Partially at the thought that his older brother still cared enough about him to be so angry that this had happened, again, and partially at the thought of feeling the quick but relentless sting of a switch, and if his brother was in a particularly foul mood from it, feel it bent over something bared for all to see.

His older brother was not above having him find himself a switch, bend over the bed he currently sat on and bare himself, as he took the matter into hand.

"I should…" he looked down at his hands, where they now sat in his lap, and felt his face heat up again "I should go find you a switch."

"Why?"

"Because…Because I hid my injury from you."

His older brother hummed, and lifted his chin with a gentle finger, the eyes he looked into now were still upset, but they were concerned too.

"And why is that bad?"

"Because it could be serious and need immediate attention."

"You know this, baby brother." His thumb rubbed over his cheek lightly "So why did you insist on keeping this from me."

This time he looked down again, despite the finger under his chin, and he gripped the end of the bandage with his fingers "I didn't want you to turn me away again because I was being too needy." The Healer sighed sadly, it something that he was guilty of having done, at the beginning of the fighting between their two older brothers arguing, before it had reached such fevered pitches, the Messenger had always come to him and together they would provide comfort to one another, and then, one day some time ago, he had turned his baby brother away. Closed the door in his face and told him to grow up. He had leaned against the wooden surface listening to him sob on the other end and beg to be let in. In some sense, looking at this matter he was now faced with, he had gotten his wish.

Perhaps this was to serve as a lesson for himself too, a lesson to be careful of what you ask for, as this had been what he'd asked for.

Gabriel sucked in a shaky breath when the finger under his chin tilted his head back up, confused over the guilt that shone in his brothers eyes, the upset and concern was still there, but he looked guilty.

He brushed the single tear that slipped from his watering golden eyes away with his fingers as the finger und his chin removed itself, instead the hand coming to caress his cheek entirely.

"I am guilty of this. This is my penance, not just a poor decision on your part, you were merely doing as I had said for you to do. And it was wrong of me to turn you away when you came to me for help." It was the first time he had come to the realization that perhaps should have been come to much earlier then this, it wasn't just the younger generations that were suffering their pain in silence, it was much closer to their home then had originally been thought. His poor baby brother, he had been given the title, the one to bring on the end of times. The one who would commence the final battle with a blow to his horn. The decider of when his two older brothers would come to kill one or the other. He was the Herald. It would be something he would discuss with their older two brothers, later, in private, this was something that needed tending to before it became unfixable. "I am the Healer, I should never have turned you away when you came seeking my help, and most importantly, I am your older brother. I should have been at your side when you needed me to be there. And I was not. I can never repay you for what I have done in the past."

In their private little bubble, the bustling of the Infirmary faded away around them, their bubble of silence taking over. He never asked if it was his brother's doing, he had the power to silence everything else, he had the power of life and death at his fingertips as came with being the Healer, the one who could save lives or lose them. They could speak freely without the threat of eavesdroppers.

"But I am here now, and I shall never turn you away again, never. If you ever have need of me then I want you to come. Even for the simplest of things. I am your older brother it I should never have forgotten that. It won't happen again. I give you my word."

He leaned forward, and the Messenger closed his eyes as warm lips pressed to his temple, it tingled, the kiss pressed to his skin. His brother was built on electricity, raw, unrefined energy, everything he did tingled with power. He pressed a kiss to his temple to seal his promise, and caressed both cheeks in his hands, pressing their temples together for a moment, their eyes locking for a brief minute. Before he turned, reaching for a small clasped jar on the table, where Constantine had left the supplies he had asked for "Tea tree oil, you need to apply it every morning and every night, for at least a week and a half, it will fight off the infection quickly." The Healer handed the Messenger the jar, and offered him a cloth he'd pulled out from the sleeve of his long robes, "And to clean yourself up, unless you want them all to see this side of you, then be my guest and just stash it away for use later." Gabriel snorted wetly and wiped his face down, ridding himself of the evidence of his tears and rubbed the runniness from his nose away, "Thanks…" he looked up to the older archangel "Big brother."

"Anytime. I mean what I told you, now, so don't expect this leniency again. If this should happen again," he shook his head fondly as he stood from the bed and held out a hand to help his brother up beside him, he knew it would most certainly happen again, Gabriel had been stubborn from a very young age "I will have you off to the Garden to find me a switch at once after being tended to, if this should happen again, now there is no excuse not to come for me if you have something that needs tending."

Gabriel nodded seriously, he knew that this would not be the last time this happened, next time he would just be better at hiding it.

"And if you try and keep it away from me with more skill next time, count yourself, you wil bend over one of these beds bared."

He gaped slightly, not doubting that his brother had just read his mind, and he got a deep fond chuckle in return to his expression.

"I did have to read your mind, you where your thoughts on your face, and don't forget who else helped to raise you. I know you like I know the back of my hand."

"But—But, in front of everyone!"

"Oh, indeed, in front of everyone to witness. And I will not be so kind as to shift us away from their prying gazes like I did now. Just like I did in front of that Aerie of yours." There was a soft snort and he silently cursed his brother, careful to keep his features still at this knowledge that they could read out of his thoughts sometimes, and allowed his brother to pop their bubble "How long did my little messenger laugh at you?"

"Zaves laughed for a week, at least."

"Until I threatened to do the same to him."

It was his turn to snort, the Healer was truly a good older brother, when he didn't lose his way along the path, and it was no surprise the affect he had on others.

"You're a good big brother, Raph."

"And I am blessed to have you as my baby brother, little hummingbird, truly."