Azael looked at Elijah, blinking. "What? Oh. Yes, of course." he replied slowly. "Don't worry about it." he wasn't sure why Elijah was suddenly so serious about this. Azael had been planning on following the human boy's lead. He bit his lip slightly, studying the human male carefully.
His brows furrowed slightly, but he proceeded nonetheless. He opened the car door and stepped out carefully. A puddle right next to his side of the car slightly wetted his shoe. He sighed lightly and slammed closed his car door and may way for the hospital. Going around to the back rather than entering through the front. He unzipped his coat pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a screwdriver and a pin. This wasn't quite Elijah's first time breaking into a build, and that wasn't something he was proud to say, but if he did have anything, it was experience.
He knelt in front of the back door, his knee caps slowly becoming wet just like his shoes. He gently began to pick the lock, being careful not to break his utensils. Though, as careful as he may have been, his hands were shaking as if he were cold, but he wasn't. It was obvious that he was nervous, and scared too. He didn't know what was waiting beyond those doors, what kind of trouble or punishment. He could be will himself to be optimistic anymore. He tried to call himself down by chanting quietly to himself, "everything's gonna be alright. It all is gonna be just fine."
Azael followed Elijah quietly, eyes flashing around before tracking what Elijah was doing. He frowned a little bit. "Do you…want help?" he asked slowly, studying the human male's movements. Azael knew that what Elijah was doing probably wasn't legal, but he couldn't bring himself to really mind. This wasn't his world. With any luck, he'd be able to leave within the week. He needed to be able to fly to be able to get home, and then hopefully he wouldn't ever have to return here.
"N-no. It's fine," Elijah assured the tall angel as he worked on the lock. He began deep breathing and his hands steadied some, but they were still slightly shaky. He leaned against the door to get a better listen and heard an unlatching sound. He smiled slightly and twisted the doorknob, cracking the door open carefully.
The human carefully watched for any motion beyond the doors but noted none. He motioned for Azael to follow him inside. He carefully and quietly crept into one of the vacant rooms and looked around carefully.
Azael nodded a little bit, and followed Elijah silently. His feet didn't quite seem to touch the ground, as if he were somehow still flying, even without his wings. Which he wasn't, he just…seemed to have that grace still. His eyes examined the room carefully, not quite trusting.
(I think Imma head out for today, I'll reply whenever I can next.)
(okay)
Elijah searched through the room quickly, mainly concerned with getting out of there fast and undetected. He found cotton stockinette.
"Bingo!" he said, smiling, "now let's take care of these bones. Spread your wings." Elijah had only dealt with arms and legs before this, and at that, not even real ones. Just fake ones for practice. So these wings were going to be a big project for him, and he knew that no matter how careful he was, this fracture reduction was bound to hurt the angel, even if only a little.
Azael pulled the shirt off, then closed his eyes. The marks where the wings were glowed, then his wings slowly appeared again, filling up the room when they were spread, before he closed them. He winced a little with each movement, the damaged bones of the one wing making each little shift painful. "Do you need me to spread them, or closed?" He asked, opening those brilliant blue eyes of his, and looking at Elijah.
Elijah stood for a moment, staring in… who knows what it was. But all he knew was that he couldn't stop staring, that is until the question registered in his mind. "U-umm, closed is fine." He said walking around and behind the angel. He examined the bones carefully before taking action. He ran his hand over the fragile bones of the wings, pushing each one gently back into place. Elijah's green eyes were blank and focused dead on the large wings in front of him.
He soon began wrapping the wound in cotton stockinette. "So," Elijah spoke after some awkward silence, "what do you do for… fun?"
Azael stiffened a little as Elijah worked on his wings, clenching his jaw. At the question, he shrugged. "I read. Draw, sometimes." He replied slowly. "But I don't have much free time." Between training, and fighting, and bleeding, and doing everything he possibly can…Azael didn't get much of a chance for free time. Which was good. His mind did strange things when he wasn't focused.
"Ah… I see." He soon finished the cast for the first wing and began working on the other, all the while, whistling a cheery tune. He swayed his head side-to-side gently, his hair shifting with every movement. He felt oddly more comfortable than he did before, despite the illegalness of their situation. He moved around practically carefree aside from the focus that he held on Azael's wing. He knew their plan of escape, everything was actually working out. The human couldn't have been happier than he was at that moment.
Azael held still, twitching and shifting a little bit as Elijah worked. He took a deep breath, and glanced back at Elijah. "Thank you. For everything." He said softly, eyes following Elijah for a moment, before flicking around the room again.
Elijah stopped suddenly. "O-oh. No problem," he assured the angel, finishing the second wing. Now the only thing left to do was get out of there unnoticed. Which, obviously enough, seemed easier said than done. He looked around the room before coming up with his master plan. Leaving through whence they came.
He lead Azael over to the door of the room and turned around. He looked the taller male dead in the eyes, his eyes deathly serious. "You trust me at least a little, right?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips.
Azael stood straight again, looking down at Elijah cautiously. "Yes, I suppose so…why?" he asked, looking at Elijah. "And should I hide my wings again?" he glanced back at the white, feathered wings that hung from his back, then at Elijah again. He put his hands in his pockets.
"You don't have to hide them," Elijah replied, "no one's going to see you anyway." He took in a deep breath and released it quickly. He crossed his arms, a slightly frightened and worried look in his eyes. "You must promise me this," he instructed, pulling Azael down by the collar of his shirt so that their eyes were level, "no matter what, you will keep running. Okay?"
Escape plans. Obviously enough, they can only end two ways, success or failure. But what could constitute as a failure? Both of them getting caught? Only one of them? The answer was clear to Elijah. So long as Azael made it out safely, nothing could be a total failure. His priority was to assure that Azael was not seen, no matter how dangerous.
Azael frowned a little bit. "Why, what are you planning?" He asked, looking at Elijah worriedly. "What is so dangerous about it that I must keep running? And if no one is going to see me in the first place, why am I running?" He didn't like not knowing what was going to happen. He was an angel, and not just that, he was a Seraph, which was a whole other order of angel. He was used to being in charge, and he hated not knowing what was to happen.
His eyebrows furrowed. "Just because they don't see you doesn't mean they won't see how you escaped. In case you haven't noticed, these doors don't close the fastest." He was hesitant to tell the plan for he feared that the angel would not approve of it. He pinched the bridge of his nose slightly. "Just, trust me. It will work out fine. I've thought this through." He tried his best to convince the angel of this, all the while trying to convince himself of the same thing.
Azael shook his head slightly. "I…would prefer to know what is going to happen." He replied slowly. "But…I guess I'll have to trust you." He studied Elijah for a moment, then looked around the room again. He looked back at Elijah. "Thank you for your help." He said finally.
Elijah's smile was small but genuine.
I'll find a way out of this one, he thought, I just know it. He quietly opened the door of the room. As he suspected, there was someone in there. He breathed in deeply to gain his calm.
"Azael, as soon as I tackle whoever is out there, you need to run. Okay? There is no room for error."
This was an all or nothing situation. One mistake could ruin it all.
Elijah ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it back. He pulled the hood of the hoodie he wore over his head so that not a single green strand was visible. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached into the pocket of the white hoodie. His hand came back out with the very knife he used to pick the door's lock. Never had he imagined doing something so drastic for someone he didn't know. At least, not again.
His breathing calmed as he looked at his hands and the shine of the blade in it. His body no longer trembled as it did before. His lips curled into a wider toxic smile and he looked up, his eyes held a dangerous look. A slight giggle escaped from the lips of the human. Most anyone would describe his look a deranged, but underneath those layers of sarcasm and sympathy, this was who he was.
A few words escaped his mouth before he rushed through the door.
"This is going to be fun."
Azael stared at Elijah as the human male changed seemingly before his eyes. He frowned a little bit, but didn't say another word as he followed the boy in the white hoodie out the door, following the instructions he had been given. He was a Seraph; he followed orders to the letter, without questioning them. He had been raised for it. Seraphs were the elite units in the Angel armies, and they often were sent out on special missions, sometimes even alone. Azael's recent mission…he had been part of a trio. But he was the only one that made it out. The only one that knew what he happened.
He tackled the man that stood in the hall and stabbed him three times in each eye. His pupils dilated with a sick joy. He wanted to go for more, but he had just enough sanity left in him to know he could risk it.
He quickly dashed through the cold metal door leaving the poor person bleeding on the ground in agony. He quickened his pace in order to catch up with the angel who was too fast for his liking.
"Hey!" he called after the angel, "Slow down a bit!" Elijah was running out of breath quickly and risked collapsing at any given moment. His head was spinning like crazy and his body shook once again, this time, from adrenaline overload.
Azael slowed when Elijah called out. His eyes were narrowed. He had seen what Elijah had done, and was not sure how to react. He wasn't sure what to do about it. He glanced over at Elijah, studying the human male. "Had I known your plan was to wound your own kind, I would have been able to assist." he said slowly. "I could have put him to sleep."
Elijah's eyebrows lowered slightly, not in anger, but general curiosity. That wasn't quite the reaction that the human had anticipated. Rather, he expected to be shunned by the angel. He shrugged his shoulders lightly and crossed his arms, his eyebrows raised slightly. His eyes flashed with indifference.
"I'm helping you, not the other way around, remember?" He ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it gently, a few stray hairs falling over across the part in his hair. He stretched a little, a small puff of air escaping his mouth.
"Now, we have to get out of here before authorities arrive."
Azael sighed softly. "Still. Attacking others is not the best way to get your way." he replied, looking around. In truth…he had seen far worse than what Elijah had just done, though only on the battlefield or in the Demon's prisons. His eyes flashed. "So. Back to your car?" he asked, glancing at Elijah again, then at the vehicle.