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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Date: April 6, 2000
Setting: John's room, the hospital, Raphael's room
Status: Semi-private (Adam, Raphael, John, Crowley, Aziraphale)
Summary: John gets medical help. Continued from here

Adam ran to John's room and sure enough, there was the man on his bed looking much the worse for wear. With a faint smile, he lifted him carefully and carried him to the hospital wing to lay him on the bed nearest the door. Checking to make sure he was stable, Adam ran off again to Raphael's room and threw open the door.

"Raphael, come quick, John's been hurt real bad and needs your help!"

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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Vaguely relieved that John could joke about the situation, Crowley scratched his wrist thoughtfully.

"I don't know much of what went on while Aziraphale was gone," explained Crowley, glossing over those two weeks spent in a stupor of alcohol and loss, "but the biggest upset was with Mictain and Raphael. As far as we can tell, Mic attempted to rape Raph, but Adam stepped in and banished him from the Manor. Lucifer then called him to Hell. Raphael is blaming himself for it all and is feeling guilty for giving him over to the boss, so he's asked me to send a letter to the big bastard telling him that all is forgiven and he wants to nail him again soon."

John shut his eyes, like the idea of that hurt his head and muttered, "Ah, shit..."

"Don't worry about it now, though," said Crowley. Taking advantage of the man's closed eyes, he moved forward like he was going to fluff his pillow or something equally ridiculous and his fingers brushed John's hair, sending just enough power into him to knock him out. They all needed to sleep and the demon was tired of talking and being all emotional and stuff. When John was out again, Crowley reconnected all the medical equipment that he'd pulled out in his panic and sat on the next bed over.

Wearily, he looked up Aziraphale. "I can't let him sleep here alone," he explained. "I'm going to stay."

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Aziraphale was broken out of his reverie by Crowley's words, suddenly directed at him. "Hmm?" he said, blinking, and turned to the demon, who looked as exhausted as Aziraphale felt.

"I know, my dear," he replied, because what else could they do but stay? "I-" His nerve faltered here, and it seemed stupid because he'd already killed a creature tonight, wiped its existence from Everywhere... what problem could simply asking to stay with Crowley be?

"It'll be cold," he murmured instead, checking John's blankets and making sure he was tucked in. He kept his hands hidden in his sleeves as he did this. "I- I'll just wash this off, shall I?"

Crowley nodded, settling down against the pillows even as Aziraphale turned away, heading to a nearby sink. It was a quick scrub, as he contemplated the state of his fingernails and tried to ignore how that much blood got there. His clothes were a loss, he decided, but couldn't quite bring himself to care.

The silence of the wing was deafening, as Crowley settled down, nearly asleep, on the selfsame bed. Aziraphale chanced a last look at John, and sat down on the edge Crowley's bed, watching the man sleep.

Crowley shifted, restless, as Aziraphale silently toed off his shoes. "You realize," he whispered softly, as he curled into Crowley, snuggling up against him, "that if John wakes up first, why... he'll roll his eyes at us."

There was the shadow of a smile on Crowley's face - he could barely tell, dark as it was, and it was more felt than seen. There was the barest flinch as his own hands brushed Crowley's skin, and a curiously slow hand wrapped around him. Aziraphale laid his head against the deep breathing chest and fell, utterly and profoundly, asleep.