"That's good," Gabriel said, relieved and chagrined in equal measures, and leaned on the chair as he bent to help the man rise. The other patient seemed to be having some trouble, and especially was favouring his right side; Gabriel took note of this, but hid his reaction.

That didn't mean he didn't think anything, however. Damn you, Lucifer. Again!

The Archangel's expression showed nothing but apologetic concern while he planted his feet and dragged the chair around, situating it so the man could sit without having to stretch himself too far. "Are you ill?" he asked.