Amongs || GulfMew

How much more can I take?

Gulf grimaced in pain. A fucking Demon was able to injure his side. He and Bright managed to take those ten Demons on without breaking a sweat; it was just that Gulf kept looking in the direction where the Raven departed without a care in the world that the demon was able to take advantage of Gulf's distraction.

Salsa apologized as she wrapped the bandage around his stomach. Dr. Krist was busy taking care of his lover who was attacked by a horde of Demons. Singto was wounded badly but Singto was a capable warrior, he was known for his speed despite how fragile he looked.

"It's fine Salsa, go heal up the others, it's obvious that Dr. Krist can't concentrate today." Salsa nodded, a bit grateful. Dr. Krist was pale, his hands shaking as he was currently bandaging a deep wound on Singto's shoulder.

"Krist, calm down, I'm fine." Singto tried to reassure his lover but Krist kept quiet. Ever since Singto came back from the fight a few minutes ago Krist dropped everything he had in his hands, a fearful expression crossing his face as he ran toward his lover. Now he looked like he was fighting the urge to take Singto and hide him from the rest of the war.

The war only lasted for about a week and only in the night, in the day everyone got to rest. It was a good deal but still the war was harsh.

They needed more doctors Gulf thought, throwing a shirt on. Technically it was only Salsa; Krist couldn't seem to be parted from Singto. Beds were everywhere with wounded Angels; some only needed stitches others had deep wounds that needed to be sealed quickly.

As if on cue New came in. "May I help?"

Salsa signed in relief. New was a Joy bringer. It wasn't like a guardian angel, joy bringers lived among humans and brought joy by giving advice or just being there for them. New decided to learn about medicine since he had so much free time. He helped out as much as he could. The two of them quickly went through everyone with better ease.

The hospital was beautiful. The floors showcased an ocean, fishes of all kinds and color swam, Stars, galaxies, and moons sparkled from the ceiling.

"Hey! I said I'm fine! Hey, wait! Let go!" Gulf turned to see Krist carry Singto over his shoulder and out the room. Gulf shook his head. People in love.

Gulf was suddenly lifted from the bed and thrown to the other side of the room. Salsa gasped.

Win marched toward a dazed Gulf and grabbed him by the color. "You son of a bitch!"

Win threw him again; it looked like he was throwing a rag doll across the room. Gulf crashed into empty beds, his wings bending in different directions. He shook his head and picked himself up. "What the fuck!?"

"Bright got hurt because of you!"

"Ha!? It wasn't my fault that guy got into something I specifically said I would handle!"

"You just stood there!" Both men got face to face, ready for a fight.

"That's none of your business!"

"Umm, can you guys take it outside?" New asked. The two angry men looked at New. New flinched but stood his ground. "We still have the wounded here that need rest for today, please?"

Gulf signed. He didn't want to deal with this right now. Without giving Win a chance to shift Gulf to a different arena to fight in he shifted to the Cherry blossom trees. He always wondered why he loved this place painted in pink.

Gulf wandered aimlessly thinking about today's war. This war might actually be in their favor, Demons weren't as strong as they used to be, but he knew not to judge a war until the very end. In the last war the Angels were about to win if not for the Raven suddenly making an appearance and dominating the war single handedly.