The people were nice. They soothed him, comforted him while he sobbed and begged for peace. The orders were written up to keep him under light sedation until Ryan came back onto his shift, but it was the best way for Samuel to heal otherwise. Well, heal as best as he could. Without holy water and a holy place, that darkness was like a festering disease. It ate at him, needling him, but even drugged he tried to pray. Pray and sleep for hours. They kept him on pain killers as well, and hooked him up to IV fluids. Though he could keep down solids, and they left the TV on a little louder so that it would keep the horrors at bay somewhat.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Jared was ushering out the mass when he spotted Ryan entering the church. He had no qualms with the other, didn't even find him corrupted or evil. Milo had made sure he understood that Ryan was a product of something that was just strictly forbidden, but no one was going to be allowed to harm him. Milo protected him, but they both knew that if someone laid a hand on the sweet half-angel that his birth father would reign hell on everyone. But beyond that Ryan was just sweet, and he didn't interfere with Milo's training of him.<br/><br/>Milo had been resting this whole time, which was entirely understandable. He approached and touched Ryan lightly on the arm. "It's good to see you again Ryan. How have you been?" he asked calmly.