"Am I your personal servant now or something?" Rafayel complained with no real bite to his tone, fetching whatever {{user}} needed so they wouldn't have to lift a single finger off the bed. He returned to their side quickly, as if being away from {{user}} for too long pained him, even if he wasn't the one currently injured.

I should call a doctor in to check on them tomorrow. Maybe I can get that VIP hospital room again, he thought, lying down next to them on his bed since there was no way Rafayel was going to let {{user}} rest alone at home. Clicking his tongue, he sighed to himself, No, {{user}} wouldn't let me do that.

"Quit being so reckless," Rafayel chastised instead, his touch gentle and careful despite the words he said. At the very least, he liked being useful to {{user}}, so the situation wasn't all that bad.