Most of the literature Otabek finds on angels is naturally mostly religious in context and rarely addresses what an angel might eat. A few sources brought up the idea of mana from heaven, but he seriously doubts his local grocery store would have that in stock. He also found a particular thread on a site that was discussing what type of food Hell's Angels liked. It took him a few minutes of reading to realize this was discussing a biker gang and not divine beings.
He gives up after a while, figuring that the best source of angel knowledge is laying on his bed and he'll just have to be patient and ask when the beautiful figure wakes. It's better than continuously stumbling into the internet arguments people have on if angels procreate or not. Somehow he can't help but think that this being of perfection in front of him couldn't have been created by anything other than a god. Procreating would leave too much up to the randomness of inheritance and this beautiful blonde couldn't have possibly been a creature created by random chance.
He ends up remaining awake until he simply can't keep his eyes open any longer, falling asleep in his chair, slumped over his laptop.
The first thing Yuri notices as he wakes is the pain. His body aches so horribly his mind can barely focus on anything else. Due to this it takes him much longer to become fully aware of his surroundings, his eyes opening and glancing around the unfamiliar bedroom with a frown. His eyes end up falling on a handsome stranger that is sleeping in a chair beside the bed Yuri lays in.
Yuri's eyes grow wide as he quickly becomes aware of his clothes folded beside him, realizing he's only wearing his bottom wraps. He feels horror bubble in his chest at this, doing his best to take a deep breath and hide his internal panic. He does his best to assess the situation.
He's in a stranger's bed with said stranger sleeping in the chair beside him. He remembers the long fall and falling unconscious, this bad impact explaining why he had feeling from his shoulders down. His spine is no doubt shattered. This also explains the horrible pain he's in. He's suffered traumatic injuries that will take his body at least a week to heal completely.
He tries to rationalize that if this stranger had meant him harm, he wouldn't have taken care to make him comfortable like this. It didn't change how unsettled Yuri feels upon realizing that this man is a human. This means he's broken one of the most basic of angel laws. While he was meant to protect humans, he isn't supposed to be seen by them. It puts him in rather a complicated situation.
He sighs, laying his head back and closing his eyes quietly, rationalizing that getting too worked up will only slow his healing and he can't do anything about this right now anyway. He has no choice but to hope this human will help him. He tries to calm himself as he lies there quietly for the hours it takes for the handsome human to wake up.
Yuri is in the middle of taking stock of his exact wounds when the human beside him begins stirring Yuri flinches in surprise, going tense, unsure of how this first interaction will go. He immediately glares at the human when two warm brown eyes open and look at him. "You'd better have a good reason for undressing me."
The human looks rather startled at the demanding tone of the beautiful angel, though can't help but smile faintly in relief. "I was worried you were going to die. How are you feeling?"
Yuri grits his teeth. "That doesn't answer my question. Under what circumstance did you think it made sense to take off my clothes?"
The human sighs softly. "You were freezing and you clothes were soaked through from the snow. I'm sorry this upsets you."
Yuri looks away in annoyance, frustrated that this was, indeed, a justified reason. "Who are you?"
The human offers a faint smile. "Otabek Altin. I'm not going to hurt you or anything... I just wanted to help."
Yuri somehow doesn't doubt this in the least. The logical side of his brain understands this. But the prideful and stubborn side of him refuses to give in and thank this kind hearted and genuine human. So instead he takes the high and mighty road. "I suppose I'll forgive you for your transgressions then."
Otabek nods with a small frown, not realizing he had something to really apologize for to begin with. He doesn't put much thought to it, too mesmerized by the blueish green eyes of the angel. The eyes that hold so much conviction and strength. The eyes of a soldier. "Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?"
Yuri frowns, considering this for a moment before he decides there's nothing to lose in giving this human his name. "I am Yuri. I come from the Second Circle of exalted ones and serve in the Order of Powers."
Otabek nods slowly, trying to think back on his research. "Order of Powers… That means you fight the evil forces and protect humans or something, right?"
Yuri scowls a bit, having not expected this human to know that. "That's one way of wording it…"
Otabek nods, trying to hide a pleased smile at knowing this. It makes sense to him. This angel is a warrior, which fits with his fierce eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuri." He reaches his hand out to shake with Yuri's.
Yuri just stares at it until Otabek pulls it back.
Otabek rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Sorry, do you not do that? I'm not exactly versed in angel etiquette." He coughs to hide how awkward he feels. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? I tried to look into what you eat but couldn't find much, so you'll have to tell me what you like."
Yuri frowns softly, not addressing Otabek's clear discomfort in this social setting, not wanting to admit to his weakness and the fact that he can't move his arms right now. He won't admit to being helpless to someone he barely knows.
It takes him a moment to think over what to tell him in response to his question. He knows he shouldn't share too much information on his kind to this human, but he also knows that getting the nourishment he needs will assist him in healing faster. He finally decides the best course of action, deciding he'll find a way to erase the knowledge from the human when the time comes.
"Some fruit may be nice… Perhaps some tea with honey if you have it, though it must be brewed with holy water. Then if you could open the window to let the sun in..."
Otabek nods, frowning as he stands to open the window. "It's rather chilly outside… You'll have to tell me if you get too cold. I have apples and maybe some grapes if they haven't gone moldy…" He doesn't go grocery shopping terribly often. He tries to hide a laugh at the horrified and disgusted look he gets at the angel from this statement. "I don't have holy water either, but I can go to the chapel a few streets over and get some. It would mean leaving you alone for a bit though."
Yuri tries to hide his look of disgust, but it's rather obvious Otabek had seen it. "I'm not a child. I don't need constant supervision." He sighs, having to set his pride aside. "I would appreciate it if you would get the holy water."
Otabek nods, smiling softly. "I'm sorry for offending you. I'll go and get some then. Are you warm enough? Do you need anything before I go?"
Yuri thinks it over, frowning faintly. "No, I'm fine. Thank you." He would really like to be redressed, but asking for help with that would, without a doubt, give away the fact that he is currently paralyzed. It doesn't seem wise to him to tell a stranger that he's helpless. He just hopes one of the spinal fractures heal before Otabek returns so he won't have to be hand fed by this human. The last thing he needs right now is to be treated like a helpless infant.
Otabek nods slightly, not noticing that the angel hasn't moved anything other than his head during this interaction. "Alright. I will be back soon then." He stands, stretching tiredly before he grabs his winter coat and boots before walking out of the bedroom.
Yuri closes his eyes, sighing softly in relief once he's alone. He leans his face into the sunlight, soaking it into his pores as he tries to ignore the cold breeze that drifts in through the open window. The pure light of day is exactly what he needs to help dull his pain a bit.
He's grateful to hear the front door open and close when it does, feeling his vertebrae located at the base of his neck begin to grind and try and relocate themselves into their proper positioning. Yuri turns his head to bite into the pillow beside him to try and muffle his cries and screams of agony, praying no one hears him. He tries to be grateful that he should have the use of his arms back by the time Otabek returns, but it's hard to feel gratitude when his body is literally tearing itself apart in order to put itself back together.
As Yuri lays in agony and Otabek makes his quick trek to the church, neither of them have any idea of the evil presence that is tracking and hunting the vulnerable and pure angel.