Living Among Giants

by Monkeygirl77

She was adopted into the fold of Archangels and now she's learning how to be a fledgling again after the end of the war. She's got plenty of older angels to show her the way though. A new set of Guardians, a new home, and a present Parent, she's living among giants now.

263. Sit Still

Despite his stance in battle, let it not fool anyone, the Captain of the Power's made the absolute worse patient. He swears that the younger angel get's it from his guardian, Michael avoids his domain as though it is some sort of plague to be avoided, and squirms relentlessly when he's there to be attended to.

The puncture wound hadn't been too deep, a slight stab from a hell knights blade, nothing had broken off that needed picking out, and considering some of the wounds he's treated from those sorts of weapons, this one was honestly on the generous side of things.

He sat back and let it bleed for approximately two minutes, to cleanse itself of any impurities, and then he'd stepped in and aided with his own disinfectant. Dabbing at the wound despite the squirms that made it a harder task then necessary. The Healer pressed his palm to it, a gauze strip absorbing the blood, as he dipped a cloth into a steaming bowl of salt water, and then pressed the soaked rag to the wound.

"Cleaned up, Nisroc." He grimaced at the next part, preparing himself to force the so called mighty Power back to his seat, "It only need sutured and your fine to go."

"I don't think so."

And when he tried to get up, he forced him back down with a hand curled over his good shoulder, "It's wasn't a suggestion." He squeezed the shoulder in warning, "Stay."

Raphael would never tell another soul of the whimper that such a fearsome creature released at the notion of getting stitches. It would be their secret, one of many that the Healer held for the sake of others, but he would laugh at it himself when the other wasn't around as to not offend him.

He threaded his needle, mindful to keep his eye on the one he knew would attempt to escape at a moments loss of focus, and straightened the shoulder that needed suturing, "Take a deep breath." He heard him inhale, instructed him to exhale with a roll of his eyes, and dipped the needle into the skin.

Three stitches in and he couldn't take it anymore, "Sit still." He would give him credit for trying, three more, "Sit still." Three more and seven to go, "How many times have I told you already! Sit still!"