Why? was the only word lodged in Adam's brain as he ran for Hermes' room. Why did they have major crises like this so often? Adam tried to give them free will, he really did, but it was frustrating when they went and did stupid things with it. He charged into the bathroom and picking up the bloody god, carried him swiftly to the hospital, heart still in his hand.

"Gabriel!" he yelled as the entered. "I need your help!" Adam carefully placed Hermes on the nearest bed, trying to get a better glimpse of the damage.