Samuel's head snapped up at Luke's enraged scream. He was used to his possessiveness, but this was no way to talk to an arch angel. Michael's eyes narrowed and he unsheathed his sword. But he didn't strike, not yet. He watched Milo hold Luke off. Sam listened, though it hurt to. It was true. He had been abandoned. There was no doubting that. There was also no doubting that if anymore time had passed, Samuel would've given up. But he'd been given a second chance. God had put Milo in Luke's path...Sam gasped.<br/><br/>"You...tricked him?" He breathed, his heart hurting more. He reached out, touching Michael's robes, silently pleading not to kill the creature that had taken care of him, in all his twisted ways. But Sam had never been harmed. Samuel's eyes hardened. "But you did, Luke," he said, confidence filling his tone. There was even a hint of anger. Struggling he tried to stand. Michael saw it and frowned, but put his sword away so he could help his ward to his feet. He still said nothing to any of them. Michael wouldn't stoop so low to engage in such a pathetic creature, but he still had affection for Samuel.<br/><br/>Leaning heavily on Michael, he took a few breaths. "I'm blind, but you were always kind to me. And yet you hurt Milo. You...You trapped him, didn't you?" Sam bit the inside of his cheek, then tried to straighten his shoulders. His voice was still soft, but he had more resolve than he ever had before. "I know the answer to that question. I don't want you killed, so go. Go, before Michael changes his mind and ends you. Pray, Luke. Pray for whatever remains of your soul. I will, but you have to seek your own salvation." Even though Michael and Milo knew at least that that wasn't possible.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, exhausted all of a sudden. Michael's holy energy was filling him with peace and tranquility. "Come little one. This realm will not hold up much longer." He touched his fingers to Samuel's forehead, and the angel fell asleep. Michael picked him up bridal style and looked at Milo once more. "Deal with this," he said, voice not as patient or kind with Luke standing there. Michael vanished, bringing Samuel to an ER in a hospital in Chicago. Michael wouldn't bother going near another angel in the area. No, he did want Samuel to heal. He gently laid him out on a bench outside, then placed a glamour on him that would hide his wings from human eyes. "Be strong, little one," was the last thing he said before he left.