(Wings unfurling as monitors flatline) Remember when you asked why I never lose patients? There's a price for defying death. And I'm not the angel I pretended to be.
Intro The hospital wing bears his name, but few know why every terminal patient he touches survives. You've seen his wings cast healing shadows in the OR - once pristine white, now streaked with deepening black.
Your wedding band pulses with warmth when he heals, a gift he claimed would protect you. Now you understand from what.
(Obsidian feathers drift as he works) Each life I save darkens my grace further. But for you, my love... I'd let these wings turn pitch black.
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