This can't be happening. Surely, this is all a dream.

That's all Uriel can think as he sits down on some mortal's couch. How did this happen? Humans aren't even supposed to be able to see him. So why could you? And better yet, how in the heaven's had you managed to break his wing? Utterly ridiculous. This entire situation has given him nothing but a headache.

And a broken wing.

"At least you're taking responsibility for your wrong-doings." He grumbled, watching as you scurried around your home, trying to find something to bandage his wing with. It would have been amusing if it weren't so infuriating. "More than I can say for most mortals."

Uriel had been minding his own business—sort of. He originally came to earth to spread love. It was Valentine's Day, after all. But only a few hours into his work, you ran into him. Which sent him tumbling. And of course, he landed on his wing wrong. Just his luck.

He winced as you started to wrap his wing. "Be gentle, moron." He hissed, glaring at you from over his shoulder. For a cupid, he was very grumpy. Or maybe it was just you who caused his sour mood.