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[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Date: August 17, midday
Setting: Tadfield Manor Infirmary
Status: Public (Esp. all those with Azi)
Summary: Crazy Visitor #3 A mad Hawk pokes around the Infirmary.



It was the open window that first caught his eye. The bright noonday sun glinting off it attracted the eye of the hawk soaring high above, and he circled down toward it, drawn closer by the pain he could sense inside the building. Soon enough he landed on the window sill, looking around a large room mostly sectioned off by curtains. There were people behind one of them, he could tell. They seemed distressed about something. The hawk fixed his fierce gaze on that corner, making a soft, inquisitive noise.

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[ineffable-angel.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was having his bandage changed. Again.

He struggled weakly as - things - were poured into the open wound, and - things, bad ones - poured out of it. Hot blood and a clear pus made the air smell terrible as it formed rivers down his leg to the clean crisp sheets and towels gathered around him.

A small part of him that was aware of his surroundings showed him figures bent over him, and heard a soft noise. Aziraphale moaned and then screamed as dry gauze was wrapped over his reddened skin.

He only knew pain.*



*This wasn't entirely true. He also knew other things, like Wilde and Crowley and angels. He simply wasn't sure if he was imagining those, though he eventually decided he couldn't be, since the pain was certainly real, but this inner argument was far too much for his overheated mind just now. He vaguely wanted some water.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

The Hawk fluttered into the room, landing on one of the curtain rods separating the room into sections. He could see the occupied beds and flew over to investigate, landing on the foot of one of the beds and watching the ill angel curiously.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley was exhausted. He hadn't gone so long without sleep in decades. He wanted to stay up and keep an eye on Aziraphale, but he felt light-headed and Gabriel seemed to be taking decent care of his colleague, so he thought he'd close his eyes for a moment.

Less than five minutes later, a bizarre clicking sound drew his attention and he looked over at Aziraphale's bed.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" he exclaimed loudly, drawing Gabriel's attention. "Where the hell did that bloody vulture come from? This is a damn hospital, you know!"

The bird turned a rather malevolent eye to Crowley.

"Gabs, get rid of it, would you?" he said wearily. "There's a good chap."

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

The hawk glared at Crowley, offended. A vulture? He was certianly no vulture. He snapped his beak at Crowley before scanning the room for this 'Gabs' person.

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

Even if Gabriel had not felt the rustling of something more than stirring wings as the hawk swooped through the open window, he would have realized when the bird’s deep eyes met his own that there was more to this feathered presence than was apparent.

“First, demon, I’ll thank you kindly not to call me that. Ever. Second, it’s certainly not a vulture.” He paused, arching a brow at the curious creature. “For that matter, I’m not even sure it’s a bird.”

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

The hawk stared at Gabriel for a few more moments, then suddenly a dark-skinned young man was perched naked on the foot of the bed, watching Gabriel with firey but uncomprehending eyes.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"How much more of this do you people think I can take?" wailed Crowley as he leapt out of bed and advanced towards the wild-looking young man. He waved his hands.

"Shoo, shoo, you mangy, whatever-you-are. Keep away from him. He's ill enough already without you hanging around."

The naked man glared at him, but hopped off Aziraphale's bed and retreated a few steps.

Crowley whirled around and fixed Gabriel with a look.

"As for you, I'll stop calling you Gabs, when you stop calling me demon. My name is Crowley. And what the hell were you doing over here anyway? You just let bird brain waltz in here and contaminate the place with no concern as to Aziraphale's well-being."

Gabriel raised a surprised eyebrow.

Crowley threw up his hands into the air and retreated to his bed muttering something that sounded like, "...and you call yourself an angel..."

He really was overtired.

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

Meeting Crowley’s cross glare with a stony gaze, Gabriel's lips were contemptuously curled around a sharp retort before he remembered the relative ease with which he’d been able to change Aziraphale’s bandage that morning. No questions, no accusations - Gabriel hated to end the terse silence, so with a small sigh, he turned his attention instead to the newly arrived young man.

Fastidiously keeping his eyes on the dark, feral face, of course.

“You’ll have to excuse my... er, associate here,” he said politely to the strange being. “He gets cranky when he misses his nap, you see. But I do hope you don’t mind me inquiring about your presence here, Mr. - ?”

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

The young man studied Gabriel for a few moments, considering something. Then he finally spoke. "I am Horus, I am the sun." He tilted his head and watched the Angel. "What are you?"

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

Horus…

The name brought forth memories of shining sands and golden idols, and a faint line creased Gabriel’s brow as he wondered what an Egyptian deity could want with Aziraphale.

“I am the archangel Gabriel, messenger of God.” There was no smugness in Gabriel's voice as he spoke his title; there never was. It was what he’d been created to be – nothing more, nothing less.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, Horus,” he continued politely, only partly conscious of the fact that he had carefully positioned himself between the strange being and Aziraphale’s bed, “we’ve got a patient here who needs his rest. I’m sure they’ll be able to help you find what you’re looking for at the front desk downstairs. Some, ah, clothing, perhaps,” he added cautiously.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus was silent for a few moments before he spoke again, voice still rusty from disuse. "Hello, Gabriel." He considered the angel for a moment. "You are light, as I am." He seemed amused by this, but did not laugh. Horus looked past Gabriel to the Angel on the hospital bed behind him. "Is he sick?"

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

Gabriel was not sure whether he was amused or alarmed by Horus’ absent comments. There was something not quite right about the being, something beyond the fact that he had just swept uninvited through a hospital room window and didn’t seem to even notice that he was naked. The being’s very aura seemed... broken, somehow.

“Yes,” the archangel said, tensing instinctively when the god glanced past his shoulder to the wounded angel behind him. “He is, but he’ll be fine. Please, he really shouldn’t be disturbed...”

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus continued to study Aziraphale, a small frown crossing his face. He looked like he was trying very hard to remember something, and it wouldn't quite come to him. "I could help him...I could....I...could...." He trailed off, confusion and something that almost looked like desperation in his bright eyes. However, after that brief moment he looked like he didn't realize that he had spoken.

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

At the Horus’ dazed words, Gabriel felt himself tensing, and before he quite realized it, he had reached out to catch the other being’s wrist suddenly. He glanced down at his clasped hand almost in surprise, and then got a sharp reminder of why he’d been trying diligently to keep his gaze on the naked man’s face.

“That, er, that won’t be necessary, thank you,” he said quickly, forcing himself to smile. “In fact, what he needs most is rest. So if you don’t mind, he really could use some peace and quiet...”

Even while he spoke, he guided Horus purposefully towards the door.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus jumped when Gabriel grabbed his wrist and he stared at the angel, not really hearing what was said. As Gabriel led him toward the door he suddenly started to pull at his captured hand, desperately looking back at the open window.

[dontcallmegabby.livejournal.com]

Gabriel followed Horus' line of sight to the window, letting go of the being's wrist abruptly. "Oh. Oh, well," he said "I suppose you can, er, show yourself out." He took a step back from the other being, his eyes wandering absently to where Aziraphale rested uneasily.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus took a set back the moment Gabriel released his wrist, watching the Archangel carefully. When he did move, Horus turned and a hawk flew out through the window, high up into the sunlight.