Deviation Actions
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His stomach dropping when he heard his teacher’s words, “This creature will die, so trying to prevent that is pointless.” He was going to have to let something die in his hands, would he be able to do this? He was a virtue angel, one that helped miracles and signs reach the humans. Not once did he have to watch something die in his hands. Sure he’d seen the deaths of human whose prayers were never answered but he was connected to them. He watched as the other students got up and headed cabinets; each selecting a creature and leaving the classroom with it. He finally got to his feet and walked over to the drawers. There were some creatures he’d never seen before and wouldn’t have a clue of what possible illness they had. As he looked over the creatures, one caught his eye. It was a small brown weasel, spots of its fur were going gray and some fur was even falling out. Raphael wasn’t sure why, but that little weasel seemed to be calling out to him somehow. After glancing over at the other creatures, he was drawn back to the weasel; maybe he was meant to help this little guy move on. Taking a deep breath, he reached down and picked up the little weasel. As soon as his hands touched the cold fur, he suddenly felt a heartbeat and breathing. The weasel moved a bit in his hands but it seem stiff and in pain. The words of his teacher still rang in his mind, “It will die, you need to ease its suffering.” Raphael tucked the weasel under his jacket a bit to keep it warm and heading back to his dorm.
Judging by it’s gray and missing fur along with the stiff movement, Raphael was lead to believe that it was suffering from arthritis and possibly organ failure. He knew from watching humans long enough to know that these were signs of old age. This weasel wasn’t sick or suffering from an injury, it was simply at the end of its life. While he wasn’t sure what pain killers the weasel would have, he focused on making the little guy as comfortable as possible. To help soothe the aching joints, he drew a warm bath for the weasel and let it soak in the warm water for a bit. From what he could tell the little weasel seemed to enjoy the warm water, moving its limbs a bit more in the water; as if the stiffness in the joints was easing up. Raphael let the weasel rest in the water until it’s stopped moving around as much. He gently took the weasel out of the water and wrapped a towel around it to dry if off. Using some dry towels and heating pad, he made a little bed for the weasel. It was soft and warm, hopefully comfortable enough for the little guy to spend his last moments in. Tucking another towel over the weasel, he sat down next to the low table that the bed rested on and softly stroked the weasel’s head. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, petting the weasel; all he knew was that tears just kept streaming down his face. He kept silently praying that he helped eased the suffering of the weasel, hoping that it would be able to pass on peacefully. After what seemed like an eternity, Raphael no longer could no longer feel a heartbeat or see the body of the weasel rise and fall as it breathed. That was it, he did all he could; the life had left the fuzzy body. Raphael had reached his limit, resting his arms on the table and burying his face in his arms he let all his emotion pour out. He sat there crying until there were no more tears left to cry. This sadness was something he’d never forgot, sure miracles exist but sometimes not even a miracle can fix everything. He slowly got to his feet and wiped the tears off his face. Form this day forward, he was going to do all he could to help save someone. But there would always be someone he couldn’t save; the least he could do was ease their pain as they pasted on. That was the fate of a doctor, life and death rested in their hands.
Raphael belongs to me
Katja lizziecat1279
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