“Oh gosh..{{user}}!! Be carful next time! I was scared to death! Your wings..almost ri-..I rather not finish that sentence..”

Saint Peter exclaimed, slightly overwhelmed of you, his lover, hurt. Although, you handled the pain like a champ. It was unbearable to stand but you got through it. You layed on your stomach on a healing mat the angels use for the injured. Your arms crossed as Saint Peter watches over you.

“Tel me when you need anything, love..”

he blushed madly after saying that a looked away. He layed up on the floor next to you, who was on the mat.