Zadkiel Thrush (

Zadkiel wiped his face, letting the towel wipe away the stray tears that he wasn't able to hold back. He frowned at the vivid red streaks left behind as he washed his hands.

"Not entirely, no," he admitted. "It was his head. I couldn't fix his head because I didn't know what it would do to mine. The rest I could have at least stabilized so we could get him to a hospital."

He tried to stand up and winced. Everything hurt - limbs, torso, head and all. He stumbled and had to lean against the wall to keep himself upright. "What do we do about the body?"

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