The angel looks up. The kid yelps; his mother asleep in the corner wakes up with a scream.

"I'm sorry to startle you. It's all right, he's fine."

"- who are you?" says the mother.

"Pelor, ma'am. The god of healing."

"Why are you in my son's room?"

"Ma'am," says the angel.

The mother rounds on her. "Can't you read a chart? He -"

"Ma'am -"

"Where's the nurse - NURSE -" She jabs the call button.

He gestures for Raafi and the angel to precede him out of the room; Raafi goes where he's told.

The angel goes out of the room but stops to murmur to the nurse on his way in.

"Sorry about that, he was just right there. I can tell how badly off people are but I don't know what you're capable of; show me where I'm needed?"

"Um, just a minute please," says the angel. "Nurse, the patient's mother was very upset about a strange person entering the room -"

"Is he okay?"

"He's fine but she might want an anxiolytic - I'm at all worried she'd sue, be careful - I'm going to talk to Debra -"

"In the breakroom." The nurse bustles in.

The angel turns to Pelor. "There are a lot of complications with you healing here. My other job is less picky but I'd need to get permission from the attending to go early."

"I trust your judgement," he nods.

The angel goes and talks to Debra about ending her shift early and gets permission - Debra seems mostly to want Pelor to leave. The angel has a short flight to her job at a free clinic.

Pelor and Raafi follow.

The free clinic is as promised less picky. The angel points Pelor to a difficult brain cancer case and asks if he can cure alcoholism.

"Certainly." He gets to work.

Raafi takes a few pictures and checks his email.

There's a picture of a back room in the studio he's going to for teleportation purposes.

That's good.

He finds an out of the way corner to sit and pray.

Pelor has the clinic cleared out before it's time to go to the studio.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asks the angel.

"...can you read Dawn Gray's The Angel Book?"

"Not without a copy of it, I'm afraid."

"I don't have mine here but I could buy you a copy."

"We can rent one, it won't take me long."

"Okay, I remember where the library is."

They can find The Angel Book which is intended for angels starting a healing career who know their technical craft but not human culture or medically relevant laws and protocols about privacy, visitation, consent, bedside manner with people who are mortal and fragile and scared, cultural competence, and other niceties.

He touches it, concentrates for a moment, and nods. "Thank you, that's very helpful."

"You're welcome. Thank you for the magic, it's very useful especially in heavy trauma to buy a few minutes."