The horsemen's pained moan made Gabriel wince inwardly, and though the archangel seemed to have been healing his share of injuries lately - fellow angels, unwilling mortals* - apocalyptic personifications were beings he'd rarely had experience with in the past.
Still, with Famine looking at him with such hope hidden in his eyes while Pestilence lie bleeding onto his own bedclothes, he didn't feel he could exactly give up now.
"I can try," he said gently; and then, because he wasn't sure what part of the query was genuine trust and what part pure desperation, he added cautiously, "It might be best if he's unconscious, though, if neither of you objects."
*Though the mortal'd hardly been voluble at the time, Gabriel was still convinced, by the nature of their relationship, that Constantine would have thoroughly objected to his healing him had the man not been so, er, otherwise occupied.
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Date: 2006-04-10 07:10 am (UTC)Still, with Famine looking at him with such hope hidden in his eyes while Pestilence lie bleeding onto his own bedclothes, he didn't feel he could exactly give up now.
"I can try," he said gently; and then, because he wasn't sure what part of the query was genuine trust and what part pure desperation, he added cautiously, "It might be best if he's unconscious, though, if neither of you objects."
*Though the mortal'd hardly been voluble at the time, Gabriel was still convinced, by the nature of their relationship, that Constantine would have thoroughly objected to his healing him had the man not been so, er, otherwise occupied.