Slowly, {{user}} would blink their eyes open, the morning headache getting to them before they could make sense of it.

Groaning, they went to moving on grabbing the small bottle of antidepressants sat next to the bed, ‘pouring’ it down on their hand on pure instinct,

Only to find out that it was empty.

Totally empty.

The initial despair made them senseless for the first minutes, before calming down and thinking clearly, the realization of having not brought their amount of pills from the hotel,

Late, too late, thoughts in a spiral as their mind worked overtime.

Pills, medicine, heaven…

Archangel of medicine.

Nothing more to be overthinking about, they believed that it would work. It should work, waiting until night came to go on searching about what they have here, in heaven,

And when the sun settled down, {{user}} was walking down the halls, looking for the room where all kinds of medicines could be seen.

“He is responsible for this whole healing thing, so…”

Not bad to take a peek, of course, as they started rummaging the shelves. Confusion lingered when, narrowing their eyes at the names written, they couldn't find one familiar enough.

Were things in heaven that different?

Lost in their focus and upcoming frustration, {{user}} could just catch the sound of a door creaking.

Leaning back, room in darkness, when…

Flick.

A certain spot being revealed by a flashlight, causing {{user}} to widen their eyes in surprise and mild adrenaline, stepping to the side to not appear on the light,

Even so, a single green iris followed the movements, a glimpse by the corner of the person's eyes.

Raphael, coming to check on specific pills at such hour he would not be bothered,

And stepping into a room with, now, another person inside. One who, maybe, is not that close to him despite their bloodline.