Azrael<br/><br/>He arched an eye brow at the female, His patience surely hadn't been looking well and for one she wasn't a nurse he knew. Who where the two "Doctors" in front of her as well? His eyes flashed from his patience to her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Don't question me, Little girl. Who exactly are <span style="font-style: italic">you</span>? What are <span style="font-style: italic">you </span>doing here? I know your not a nurse. I'm the head of this floor<span style="font-style: italic"> I know all the nurses.</span></span>He said his tone hostile as was his stance. He moved to the bed side of his patient who eyes were closed in pain; resting his hand upon his brows and forehead that dripped with sweat. He cursed silently and let out a small growl. He needed to heal him, but not in front of these people whoever they happen to be.<br/><br/>His own eye brows furrowed in frustration, Lotus was hot, very hot. He didn't even have to take him temperature to know he was well over a 105. He turned back to the girl and her followers. His golden brown eyes harden and his face grim. Raising one hand slightly and a swift motion of his fingers to the left he knocked both of her followers to the floor. He ran at her head on and pushed her up against the wall with his arm. His arm pushed up hard against her neck and his body against hers on the wall. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with anger.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"What did you DO!?" </span>He practically snarled it, he wanted her to try and struggle from his grip because he knew she would find it impossible because of course it was at the moment. An enraged Fallen Angel was one thing someone did not want to seem, Human for or actual Demon form it was dangerous.