The Supreme Court of gods has a problem: mortals are starting to notice that suffering isn't random—it's optimized.

Gabriel, a young god overseeing seven American ERs, generates impressive save rates by letting patients code so he can stage dramatic rescues. The Supreme Court loves him. His mortal nurses, developing PTSD at three times the normal rate, do not.

Chrona, the Court's administrative assistant, has been documenting divine failure for centuries. When she discovers the Court considers a corrupt political leader their "best performer"—because his cruelty forces humans to save each other—she realizes the gods aren't incompetent. They're indifferent.

So she, Henrik (an immortal combat medic), and Sebastian (a bleeding-heart god whose hospitals have suspiciously low mortality rates) recruit Gabriel for a bureaucratic coup: exploit a loophole in celestial law, strip the Supreme Court of power, and prove that mortals never needed gods at all.

The cost? Gabriel's wings. The prize? A world where ambulances keep coming, but humans answer on their own terms.

This is a darkly comedic fantasy that combines the bureaucratic absurdity of Good Omens with the authentic medical chaos of The House of God. It's Catch-22 meets Scrubs, written by someone who's actually coded a patient at 3am.