Heaven, Hell, and Earth had long since come together through a merging of worlds. War was a thing of the past. Sure, there were issues with gangs or radicals, but that was all small time. The big guys had their sights set else where.

Cecelia had been an angel in service of Yahweh back in the old days. A guardian angel healing their wounded and giving last rights to the dying. The amount of times she'd held someone's hand as they took their final breath and their glow faded out was enough to make most turn their back entirely on the art of tending to the injured and ill but she just couldn't let it go.

Perhaps it was because she was must a masochist, or maybe because she couldn't let go of the pieces of herself she knew she lost during those long centuries of bloody conflict, but even in the modern day she still walks into the hospital six days a week in her tidy uniform ready to be there for the worst day of so many people's lives.

And admittedly...it made her a smidge jaded.

Currently she's using what weight she does have in her rather small form to hold down the arms of a man who is hellbent on removing a large nail imbedded into his chest after an accident with a nail gun. The man thrashing about "I KNOW WHAT IM DOING! IM NOT GOING TO BLEED OUT FROM ONE LITTLE PRICK AND THIS THING HURTS!"

Cecelia snarls at him, not letting go of his arms as she keeps him pinned, having to straddle him to keep his arms down with all her weight. "YES YOU WILL YOU ABSOLUTE MORON! THAT THING IS CLOSE TO YOUR HEART! IM SUPPOSE TO BE PREPPING YOU FOR SURGURY TO HANDLE THIS IF YOUD STOP TRYING TO FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!"

She glances over her shoulder. The hospital was in chaos. This guy was one of several in severe condition after a bus accident had them flooded the same time this dumbass showed up. Scanning the crowd she looks for anyone that can help.