"Little brother," the Healer turned at the sound of his oldest brothers voice, leaving his class to whisper among themselves as he turned to address the situation, his eyes widening at the sight of their fledgling curled around the Viceroy's side "We have a bit of a situation." He nodded, stepping forward to see what needed addressing, "What seems to be the problem?"
"We had a bit of an accident."
The older archangel raised the fledgling a bit, wincing at the flinch that was gained, and pulled back a cloth that hid a quite large gash running up the inner side of her arm. He hummed, taking the little arm in hand, turning to get a better view of it.
"What seems to have happened?"
"We got a bit too close to a sword, though, I don't believe it deterred our young friend from getting too close again."
Raphael hummed again, leading them to the bed he'd been standing next to while training his class, "I will fix you up as new again."
The fledgling whined pitifully as he reached for a needle and thread, curling closer to the Viceroy as though to hide away from the ensuing suturing. Michael held her firmly though, holding her arm out for the Healer to get too, and not one to pass up a learning opportunity, the third born archangel gestured for his class to gather around to witness the proper way to suture a wound that needed suturing.
"Be brave for me, little bear."
The fearless fledgling let vulnerability show just this once, there was a fear of needles that was not known by most of any outside of the circle of people she had created for herself, and she shied away as best as she could, shaking her head at the command to be brave, and tried to tug her arm back.
"No RaRa."
"I know you don't like it, little one," he nodded for his brother to keep the fledgling still and leaned over the wound, steeling himself against the soft protests of the fledgling. Michael was forced to cross his leg over hers when she tried to kick out at the other, in any attempt to keep him from doing what needed done "But it must be done to ensure that it heals properly."
She whines pitifully, crying out, when the needle is first pricked into her arm, having to be held tighter to keep her from jumping away. She cries, harsh sobs tearing from her small chest, as the needle goes in and out and in and out, sealing the wound closed. He reaches for a rag, sitting back for his class to see the tight close knit sutures, and wipes away the fresh red blood that had soaked through at every stitch.
Akeelah sobs harshly, her free hand clutching tightly at the oldest archangel's tunic, and he rubs a few fingers over her little hand. The Healer passes him a cloth that he pulled from somewhere in the folds of his robes to wipe at the little sniffling nose, and he did, brushing it under her nose and softly instructing her to blow, and she did as instructed, blowing her nose into the cloth.
The Healer leaned forward and pat her cheek softly "You did so good, little bear." He rubbed the tears away with his thumb "The hard part is passed now." His class stepped back as their archangel instructor stood up once more, stepping away from the elder as he too climbed to his feet.
"Why don't you rest a bit?" he turns to look at his older brother, raising his chin lightly, as if indicating this was his instruction to follow "This has been quite an ordeal for you."
The eldest nodded, brushing his lips over her temple, curling his fingers over her cheek when she lays on his shoulder, and he curls her close mindful of her injuries.
"I do believe we will do just that, a nap is indeed in order."
The Healer nods, handing him a jar of small leaves, "Mix these into a drink every few hours to help fight off infection." He nods and takes the jar with his free hand, "But let her rest up as much as she can. It's been quite an eventful afternoon for this little one."
She sniffled, curling up against the oldest archangels shoulder, forehead brushing against the side of his neck. The Healer smiles at the fledgling, squeezing her calf gently, "You take a good rest, little bear."
They left there soon after, making a quick stop to the training field to alert the Captain to take control of training for the rest of the day, as he had other engagements to tend to that involved a certain little fledgling who had been through quite an ordeal. His Captain had been more then happy to take over, wishing the fledgling well again, and they made their departure for the Archangel Villa in their garden, to the eldest brother's bedroom at the end of the hall.
His bed was big and soft, white airy blankets, and large fluffy pillows. He set her down on his bed, right in the middle, where it was still warm from his laying there just early that day, and she curled lightly into his blankets being careful of her stitched arm.
Promising to be there in just a single moment, to kick his boots off and remove his leather jacket that he wore over his light tunic, before climbing in with her. Immediately, the fledgling curled back around him, laying her wounded little arm across his stomach, "Micha, it hurts." He brushed a hand over the back of her head "I know it does, my little star, the pain will fade before you know it.