I strung up the freshly developed photos to dry after being soaked in water and chemicals. I heard a thud come from my balcony so I very carefully cracked open the door and eased my way out of the darkroom. When I walked out to the main room what I saw stood on my balcony made my jaw drop. There stood the very angel I'd photographed not even two hours before. He was holding a small fluffy white dog that appeared to be bleeding. I quickly opened the glass doors. "What happened?" I asked the angel worriedly. "I can't really tell you. All you need to do is help me with this," he said lifting up the wounded animal. "Okay, um, follow me," I say shakily leading the winged stranger into my small apartment. "Just, uh, put them on the table and I'll go get some towels and a first aid kit," I said quickly before rushing to the bathroom. I grabbed two towels then searched through my medicine cabinet for the first aid kit, tooth floss, and a sewing kit. When I found the items I rushed back out to the main room.

When I approached the dog I attempted to stop the bleeding but then I was hit with realization, "Is that a bullet hole?!" The angel scratched the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly. "Whatever, just help me get the bullet out," I said pushing the dog's fur out of the way. "In the sewing kit, there should be tweezers. I need you to get those out," I say as I run to search my cabinets for vodka. When I come back with the bottle of liquor angel-boy looked at me strange, "What's that for?" "Vodka can sterilize wounds," I say as I grab the tweezers. "Now, I need you to hold the wound open so I can get the bullet." He looked sick, but moved over and held open the wound while I used the tweezers and pulled out the metal bullet. I then opened the vodka and poured it on the wound, the dog whimpered and tried to get away, but was in too much pain to really move. "Alright, get a needle from the sewing kit and thread it with dental floss," I say holding the dog's feet. When he handed me the threaded needle I began to stitch the wound closed. I tied off the dental floss then grabbed the scissors from the table and cut off the excess floss.

The angel-boy chuckles again then sticks his hand out for me to shake, "I'm Patrick, by the way." "Pete," I say as I shake his hand. "Well, thanks Pete," he says with an adorable smile. "It's really no problem. So, uh, can you tell me how a dog got shot?" I ask inquisitively. "I, uh, was on a job and, um, that little guy ran into the line of fire," he says reluctantly. I quirk an eyebrow, "So why my apartment?" "Why so many questions?" He shot back. "I just saved your dog," I say slyly. "Not my dog," he says defensively. "I......got nothing," I sigh. He smiles smugly. "Can you at least tell me what your job was?" He sighed, "I was out hunting a demon, it wasn't severe enough for my boss." My eyes widened, "W-who's your boss?"  "Gabriel," he says nonchalantly. "Gabriel? Gabriel the archangel?!" I splutter. He nods. I stand in shock, "damn, cute and powerful." I thought. "Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta get back to work," with that he headed out the balcony doors. "Oh! And before I leave, if you ever need me just pray to me and I'll be here in a snap," he said then fell backwards off the balcony. I quickly run out the doors to look over the edge, but just as I make it outside I see his beautiful blue wings launch him up into the sky and through the cloud line.