"Guess I'll talk to Bobby. And Bob." Harry didn't want to get possessed any more than the others; one Fallen in his head was enough for a lifetime. This didn't seem nearly so cheerful.
Jo shifted under his hand. There was a rushing of wings, and when Harry turned, the angel was gone. He dismissed that as completely useless, and looked back at Jo's leg, wiping up the last of the blood. "Keep still one more second, Jo," he said. "Lemme just get a Band-aid on you here."