"Applesauce and broth, or you'll go into sugar shock." Patrick was honestly afraid that anywhere he touched George, he would hurt him.
Michael re-entered the room and he leaned over George. "I left a message for Raphael, but I believe he is working. I will do what I can."
Patrick knew Michael wasn't the same kind of healer that Raphael was, but he was still an angel. Maybe if George was considered a prisoner of war, Michael's powers would work better!
The angel laid his hands on George's chest, as gently as possible. Then he closed his eyes and prayed. Softly and without opening his eyes he said, "Saint Patrick, do stop wriggling."
Patrick did. He waited, stock still, and he even forgot to breathe as strange light started to emanate from Michael's hands.
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Date: 2012-11-05 02:01 pm (UTC)Michael re-entered the room and he leaned over George. "I left a message for Raphael, but I believe he is working. I will do what I can."
Patrick knew Michael wasn't the same kind of healer that Raphael was, but he was still an angel. Maybe if George was considered a prisoner of war, Michael's powers would work better!
The angel laid his hands on George's chest, as gently as possible. Then he closed his eyes and prayed. Softly and without opening his eyes he said, "Saint Patrick, do stop wriggling."
Patrick did. He waited, stock still, and he even forgot to breathe as strange light started to emanate from Michael's hands.