“Okay, well… They still have a pulse, so that’s a good sign,” he mumbled to himself. Trying to be as gentle as he could at cleaning their wounds, his eyes glancing at the creature on his couch as they began to stir around.   Tim was just on patrol, walking through the area he normally patrols. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, he took down a couple criminals and muggers. Then, without any type of warning, he suddenly seen something out of the corner of his eye, something—a person? Falling out of the literal sky, crashing down on a nearby rooftop.   He didn’t even really give himself a minute to process what he saw before he rushed over to investigate. Who knew what fell out of the sky these days?

Today, it was a literal angel. It fell out of the sky, and now it’s lying unconscious on his couch as he carefully patched up any wounds he saw on the angelic body.