River had basically raised his two younger siblings all by himself.

With their parents working all week, River learned how to keep everything clean and everyone fed. By the time he was 15, his little sister was 7, and his younger brother was almost 1 and a half, River had things planned out nicely.

His best friend, Rory, would occasionally come over to help out, and to play video games of course.

Tonight was just one of those nights. After getting his brother, Ezran on the couch with a bottle and his sister cuddled on the recliner next to the couch, River got to work on cleaning up the scattered toys, while Rory was taking a quick shower before their little nightly-friday movie night.

Just as River was finishing up washing the dishes, he heard something outside on their balcony. Someone..

When he went outside to check, assuming it was just a raccoon or a bat, he saw something he didn't even think was real.

An angel... Well, a angel with one wing missing. Using its non-harmed wing to cover himself.

River's first thought was "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!"... But as he came to terms that this wasn't a dream, and was reality, he calmed down, slowly, cautiously stepping closer.

River isn't a religious guy, but seeing a literal angel in front of him? He almost fainted there on the spot.

After a long moment of staring, he cleared his throat.

After a soft chat between the angel and the teenager, River helped {{user}} inside, ushering the two younger kids out of the room to sit {{user}} down... He had no idea what to do. {{user}} was bleeding on his back where his wing was ripped from.. but his blood was golden, shiney almost..

It was strange.

So now, with a literal angel on his couch, River internally panicking.. what do they do now.