Aziraphale blinked at his view of the ceiling. He felt softness under him (his wings were getting crushed under his weight) and - Crowley. Where was Crowley?
He turned his head, panic in his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the unconscious demon lying next to him peacefully.
Aziraphale spent a few moments looking at him dizzily, wondering if it was a dream - his leg was giving him too much agony for it to be anything other than reality, he decided - and looked up, noticing a being, really, like a Horseman but missing his crown and aura of a throne, in the doorway and the boy wizard that had brought him here.
"Thank you," he whispered to the boy, who stood looking worried and uncertain near the ghostly Agnes. "Thank you, dear wizard," he said, a little louder.
Aziraphale looked back at Crowley and stretched out an arm, feeling exhaustion sweep over him. He couldn't reach, but the beds moved slightly closer and his hand came to rest next to Crowley's fingertips. "Help him first," Aziraphale said, weakly, remembering the fall and head-wound, and closed his eyes.
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He turned his head, panic in his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the unconscious demon lying next to him peacefully.
Aziraphale spent a few moments looking at him dizzily, wondering if it was a dream - his leg was giving him too much agony for it to be anything other than reality, he decided - and looked up, noticing a being, really, like a Horseman but missing his crown and aura of a throne, in the doorway and the boy wizard that had brought him here.
"Thank you," he whispered to the boy, who stood looking worried and uncertain near the ghostly Agnes. "Thank you, dear wizard," he said, a little louder.
Aziraphale looked back at Crowley and stretched out an arm, feeling exhaustion sweep over him. He couldn't reach, but the beds moved slightly closer and his hand came to rest next to Crowley's fingertips. "Help him first," Aziraphale said, weakly, remembering the fall and head-wound, and closed his eyes.