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neutral_omensDate: August 24th, 1999 (daytime)
Status: Public - Aziraphale & Co, Raphael
Setting: Tadfield Infirmary
Summary: Aziraphale takes a fall.
Aziraphale was hungry. He was also weak and cold, but he was mostly hungry. He eyed the curtains around him, and saw shapes leaning against walls and chairs. Aziraphale wondered if Crowley ever slept, if he indeed was sleeping now (the Crowley-shape behind the curtain was very quiet and mostly still) and decided not to bother him. They'd given him his privacy for his grief, it was the least they could do to give him enough privacy so he could get out of bed.
After all, he could do this. He simply needed to look at it as a challenge.
Aziraphale pushed pushed himself to a sitting position, arms shaking with the effort, and body swaying dangerously.
His hair was tousled, and his eyes blinked away sleep as they stared at his feet. “I’m a bloody angel,” he said, simply and in a determined fashion, and pushed his weight off the bed and on to his feet.
This was a bad move.
Aziraphale’s knees collapsed and the motion of it tipped him forward, causing him to fall to the largely clean stone floor. He blinked with shock, his dirty blond curls framing his face.
“Um,” he said, quite out of breath.
He was visible from the door, but not to the beings on the other side of the curtains. He rather hoped no one would poke fun at him for being this helpless. If they did, well... he'd bite them. Or ask Crowley to, maybe.
Status: Public - Aziraphale & Co, Raphael
Setting: Tadfield Infirmary
Summary: Aziraphale takes a fall.
Aziraphale was hungry. He was also weak and cold, but he was mostly hungry. He eyed the curtains around him, and saw shapes leaning against walls and chairs. Aziraphale wondered if Crowley ever slept, if he indeed was sleeping now (the Crowley-shape behind the curtain was very quiet and mostly still) and decided not to bother him. They'd given him his privacy for his grief, it was the least they could do to give him enough privacy so he could get out of bed.
After all, he could do this. He simply needed to look at it as a challenge.
Aziraphale pushed pushed himself to a sitting position, arms shaking with the effort, and body swaying dangerously.
His hair was tousled, and his eyes blinked away sleep as they stared at his feet. “I’m a bloody angel,” he said, simply and in a determined fashion, and pushed his weight off the bed and on to his feet.
This was a bad move.
Aziraphale’s knees collapsed and the motion of it tipped him forward, causing him to fall to the largely clean stone floor. He blinked with shock, his dirty blond curls framing his face.
“Um,” he said, quite out of breath.
He was visible from the door, but not to the beings on the other side of the curtains. He rather hoped no one would poke fun at him for being this helpless. If they did, well... he'd bite them. Or ask Crowley to, maybe.
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