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Raphael did his best to bite back the scream of pain as Lily put an inhuman amount of pressure on his wound. He gripped her wrist involuntarily and grit his teeth, the scream coming out as a groan.
Her eyes looked him up and down, “If you fall asleep Raphael, I will fucking kill you. I swear to all that is holy, Raphael, I will.” She rambled through her fast breaths, a habit she still hadn’t broken from when she was alive. Lily looked behind her, “Magnus! Any time today!”
Magnus threw books and potion bottles behind his back, “Just keeping holding pressure!”
Raphael didn’t need to breathe, his lungs didn’t even work, but he felt the need to cough rising in his trachea. His mouth filled with blood, and he turned his head to the side; Lily cursed as he moved away from her hands. She cursed even louder when she saw the waterfall of blood leave his lips.
Magnus ran out of his apothecary with several bottles and magic sparking across his entire body. Lily climbed on top of back of the couch, so Magnus had more room to work.
Magnus magicked off Raphael’s undershirt, he shooed Lily’s hands away from Raphael stomach, “Seraph blade?”
Lily nodded, the motion almost going in slow-motion in Raphael’s mind, his injury distorted his vision even more as she shook her head and spoke, “Not just a blade but a fucking axe. Why the fuck did she have an axe?”
Magnus glared at Raphael while he mixed the potion, “I told you to wait, and what do you do, you waltz right in without even thinking. Anakku, what were you doing?”
His words blurred together, once one came, he had forgotten the last two spoken. He opened his mouth to speak, whatever he said...he couldn’t remember… Magnus just nodded his head and looked to Lily with a look of panic on his face. Magnus placed both his hands over his wound, Raphael hissed at the sudden weight shift.
“It’s okay, Raphael, just stay with me, okay?” Magnus said, his voice clipped with concentration.
Raphael squinted; fear built in his chest as he realized the words Magnus said weren’t words. They didn’t sound like words. Why didn’t they make sense?
Raphael moved his hand to lay on Magnus’ he gripped his fingers and felt the soft tingle of his magic go through him. He truly hated feeling this week, not to mention how progressively delirious he felt. He squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he was able as a small whimper left his lips.
Magnus caressed his cheek, “It’s okay, dear boy, just let me help you.”
Another whimper rose to his throat as Magnus placed his hand back to his chest. Lily climbed off the couch, “He’s gonna pass out.”
He nodded, “He will, and that’s fine. Go to my apothecary and get my lavender for him, once he passes out you can give it to him. It will help him stay asleep while we work.”
Lily nodded slowly and used her vamp speed to get the lavender, she opened the bottle, and a soft aroma filled the room.
Magnus smiled softly at Raphael, “It’s okay. Just close your eyes.”
Raphael didn’t let him finish before he passed out.