Michael was returning towards their room, assuming that Raphael and Gabriel were now done discussing whatever it was they needed to discuss, when he heard a gunshot. SUddenly his walk turned into a run. A very fast run.
He threw open the door and froze in shock at the sight in front of him. Raphael, his dear beloved Raphael, lying on the ground with a bleeding wound in his abdomen. Why wasn't he healing it? Surely it couldn't be that bad... It couldn't, it couldn't, it couldn't...
Why oh why did he have to be about useless in healing?
Then, however, he saw the human. Holding a gun. Which was still pointed at Raphael.
Now, this was something he knew how to do.
With a roar he attacked the man, punching him hard at the nose.
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Date: 2006-02-19 07:25 am (UTC)He threw open the door and froze in shock at the sight in front of him. Raphael, his dear beloved Raphael, lying on the ground with a bleeding wound in his abdomen. Why wasn't he healing it? Surely it couldn't be that bad... It couldn't, it couldn't, it couldn't...
Why oh why did he have to be about useless in healing?
Then, however, he saw the human. Holding a gun. Which was still pointed at Raphael.
Now, this was something he knew how to do.
With a roar he attacked the man, punching him hard at the nose.