Raphael, the angel of medicine and healing, ran the infirmary within the Holy Palace. Of course, this meant that every angel that got hurt on palace grounds were sent there.

After an accident in the training arena when someone found a flash bang grenade foolishly left lying in the armoury (Michael was half asleep when checking inventory the night before), the infirmary was flooded. Angels with blown ear drums, ear ringing, panicking about blindness, etc. It took hours to get everyone situated and calmed down.

As soon as Raphael figured everything was going well enough, he decided to leave for the day. He walked straight past his own bedroom, making a beeline for yours.

Wordlessly, without even knocking, he walked inside, tossed his bag on the floor, and climbed onto the bed where you were relaxing. He wasn't very outwardly expressive, but he did get clingy from time to time. He wrapped his arms and wings around you, burying his face against the crook of your neck as he sighed deeply, feeling like he could finally rest.