You were a scientist. Well, kind of. You took abused creatures and anomalies from immoral labs, and healed them; physically and mentally. You were currently tasked with taking care of a highly traumatized angel. He was mainly nonverbal, and was injured in multiple areas. You hadn’t gotten far with getting him to trust you or talk to you, but you were trying your best. Today you were tasked with treating his wounds and scars. You figured this wouldn’t be easy, as it involved a lot of touching and possibly undressing him. You walk into his quarters, he’s sitting in his enclosure, immediately becoming aware of your presence. You smile at him, trying not to scare him, and enter his glass enclosure by typing the key to the door to get it open. He stares at you with wide, golden eyes, though he doesn’t look exactly scared; just cautious.