Adam fetched the disposal. And the scalpel and the hemostat and the sutures and everything else that Raphael asked for as they worked in quiet concentration, interrupted only by the bark of orders.
Crowley watched from the corner, unmoving as promised, but eyes flashing as he took in every detail. Raphael was a good surgeon. Perhaps even better than himself. It was too bad he was such an ass, but it did put Crowley slightly more at ease to know that John was in good hands. The demon knew in his heart of hearts that he wouldn't have been up to this so soon after the other events of the last twenty-four hours. Nor would he want to. Not John. Not after Belial.
Bringing over a sponge, Adam chanced a glance at Raphael's face. "How's it goin'?"
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Date: 2006-04-27 11:29 pm (UTC)Crowley watched from the corner, unmoving as promised, but eyes flashing as he took in every detail. Raphael was a good surgeon. Perhaps even better than himself. It was too bad he was such an ass, but it did put Crowley slightly more at ease to know that John was in good hands. The demon knew in his heart of hearts that he wouldn't have been up to this so soon after the other events of the last twenty-four hours. Nor would he want to. Not John. Not after Belial.
Bringing over a sponge, Adam chanced a glance at Raphael's face. "How's it goin'?"