As it happened, Gabriel had been in neither the hospital nor his room; but had he known, he would have been happy to note that Constantine had not gone yelling through the halls to check for him in the bedroom of the Crown of Seductions. But no matter: his call stemmed from something more complex than telephone wiring, something he vaguely suspected might have to do with Adam.

He hadn't even had time to find Anathema - hadn't he just heard her talking to someone? - before there were footsteps entering the hospital behind him. Constantine, supporting a frail figure in his arms. Gabriel nodded wordlessly towards the first open room, following him inside and shutting the door behind them.

"Constantine," he said in clipped greeting after the man gingerly deposited the unconscious form on the exam table, though the majority of the angel's attention was already focused on the patient as he silently sought out any obvious issues to be addressed. He recognized the being as another pagan deity, and privately hoped this would not be quite as messy as the last time (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/89993.html) he and Adam had dealt with one. He wasn't seeing anything obvious signs of injury, though, no swelling or bleeding, internal or no.

"And what have you done this time?"