(Warning: This turned into a whole ficlet sorry not sorry lol. Also featuring my oc @empathickally)
Though some creatures hailed him a God, he was not omniscient. When he appeared in the living room of Liv’s place, he expected to see her at the table, or perhaps on the couch.
There was so much blood.
“Liv?” He calls out, bending time to allow Red to search the entire place in a fraction of a second. The trail leads him to the bathtub, red streaks stain the floor and the porcelain, “Oh no–” She looks so small, so weak, and before he gives it even a moment’s thought, his hands are glowing, touching her wounds. He can’t heal her, not fully, but he can stabilize her enough to get the Angel.
“Liv, sweetheart, I’m going to get Jarrett right now. I’ll be gone just a few seconds. You’re gonna be fine. Jarrett’s coming.”
Red appeared before the man, who was thankfully in a rather secluded area of the park, walking Bowie. “I need you to come with me now, Angel. Liv’s hurt. She’ll live, but I can’t heal her.”
He didn’t give him time to respond before grabbing him by the shoulder and appearing right back in the bathroom.
“Oh, Christ, babe….” Jarrett’s in shock, and Liv doesn’t have time for that.
“Jarrett, worry later, heal now,” Red said, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it towards Liv in the tub.
It only takes a moment for his Angelic instincts to kick in before his hands glow with a light Red can barely look at. It’s pure Good, something a creature like him may as well be deathly allergic to by this point.
“C’mon, babe, come back to me, I’m right here, Liv, I gotcha,” Jarrett says through tears that roll silently down his cheeks.