Watching from the entrance as they all bustled about, orders being yelled, bodies moving quickly about to complete the task assigned, they watched as the large form of the archangel was laid on the bed. The other three hovered around, offering their strength to keep him stable enough for the healers to work, no one noticed the fledgling hovering in the entrance, watching them all run around in a quick paced panic.

She turned to look up when a hand curled over her shoulder, meeting the eyes of her long-time friend, and the young messenger smiled sadly in greeting.

"Zaves, will he be okay?"

The messenger looked over at the archangel laying limp across the bed. Their enemy had attacked the Healer, combined their powers together to take him out before taking on everyone else, with him out of the way there was no one there to heal the warriors of the light as they were knocked down. It had been a dagger coated in an unknown poison that had brought the mighty Healer to his knees.

"They know what they're doing."

"But how do you fix something when you don't know what it is?"

She was more observant then most gave her credit for due to her flighty nature, moving like the breeze through the trees, freely and at her own will. He looked back up at them and frowned. It was a question that had clouded his mind too. How does one heal something they don't know the workings too.

An idea struck him in that minute, a horrible idiotic idea that would have him bent over his master's desk in a heartbeat, but he was too preoccupied with keeping the Healer stable with his grace to give it much thought, and therefore it left him to try even the dumbest of ideas, and this one would most certainly take the top of the list.

"Do you want to help?"

His fledgling friend nodded up at him with a seriousness unseen, and he gave one in return, turning on his heel back out of the Infirmary with the fledgling in quick step behind him. They passed the Powers on their way down, as they made their way up to see if they may lend a helping hand, and Nisroc halted for a moment as he watched them step passed.

"What are you up to?" the others stopped behind him "I know that look."

"Don't worry about it. Mind your business."

The Power Captain blinked at the snap from over the messengers shoulder, motioning for the others to continue on without him, and fell instep with them a few paces back. There was nothing good to be had by the look the messenger bore, and he would be there to stop them before they did something too idiotic, or cause harm to themselves or others.

Akeelah looked up to the messenger as they weaved between passing bodies.

"Zaves, what are we going to do to help?" she stepped closer as a tall angel passed on her right "Shouldn't we have stayed back there if we were going to help?"

"No, they need help finding a cure, they don't know what the poison is." He looked down to her as he stepped closer as another passed on his left "We cant help them there, but we can help them here, follow me and I'll show you."

He led the three of them to the Prince's office, pushing away his cloak and guarders for the item that sat tucked in a thick piece of leather, he curled his fingers around it and lifted it for her to see.

"This is the dagger that pierced the Healers skin with the poison coated on it's blade."

Akeelah tilted her head to the side in wonder "Okay?"

"Semyaza has been teaching you his craft?"

"Yep. We've already made a cure for hemlock poisoning."

He nodded and pulled the dagger out of the leather sheath, it glistened in the light with the mysterious substance, and he twirled it in his fingers to look it over closely.

"Semyaza is going to be the one to develop the cure, we all know it, but he would never dare experiment on the Archangel."

"What does that have to do with us helping?"

He smiled at her sadly "I'm going to cut myself with the dagger so that it may infect me so that Semyaza can experiment with his cures."

She jumped forward, curling her fingers around his arm tightly, "Zaves! No! What if they attack again! They need everyone they can get to fight! They need you too!"

"I can't just let him fade! He raised me 'Keelah!"

The fledgling took a deep breath, steeling herself for the action, and held her arm up to him.

"Do it to me instead."

He looked against it, pulling the dagger back slightly, his eyes wide at the exclamation.

"I—I cant do that!"

"Then I will!", she stomped on his foot harshly and he bent immediately to grab at the appendage, using his bending to her advantage, she snatched the dagger from his hand "Tell 'Yaza to work fast!" she dug the blade in her arm and pulled, carving a straight line, and hissed in pain as the poison quickly dug it's claws into her.

"No!"

Both turned in surprise at the sudden intrusion, startled that they had been followed, as the Captain ran into the room to catch the fledgling when her legs gave out from under her. Nisroc cursed himself for not jumping in sooner, but he was too caught up in the aspect of what they had even suggested as a course of action.

"Why would you do something so foolish?"

The fledgling smiled up at him, the dark veins of the poison spreading up her arm, "We had to help Nis."

"But not at the threat to your own life."

Zaveriel stood back up straight, though still heads shorter than the Power, determination had set in.

"We have to find Semyaza."

Nisroc bit back his retort and nodded in agreement, the fledgling did not have much time, the Healer did not have much time, it was a fast acting poison. The apothecary already had a few concoctions mixed together when they had arrived at his lab. The Grigori invited them in with haste, motioning to the empty bed to set the fledgling on, and gathered the vials he had already created.

One by one, both messenger and Power watched as he forced one after the other down the fledglings throat, frowning deeper when his luck remained to be seen.

"The Healer would have whipped you if he knew of your plan."

"What he doesn't know can't hurt him."

"You would be a fool to think he would not find out."

Zaveriel shrugged, rushing forward when he saw a twitch in his friends fingers, "Yaza! She moved!"

The chewing out they had received from the three enraged archangels was enough to bring about a meek silence that echoed through them, sitting huddled on the bed nearest the Healer as Semyaza injected his winning mixture into the same wound that had allowed the poison entrance into his body.

It took three minutes for the antidote to start taking affect and they all gave relieved sighs when the Healer's fingers twitched against the blanket he lay under.