Crowley gingerly touches Aziraphale's neck, right where the dark lines peek out. Oh, that's not good. Can't be good, definitely can't be good. He has to get Aziraphale help now----except there's no help to go to. No one who could bless him, no church that would take either of them. They have each other, and that is it. And Crowley is positively useless here. All he can do is watch the person who means everything to him lie there, possibly dying.
But if he dies, Hell will pay for it. Hastur won't get away with it.
He unlocks the door to the loft and leans down, carefully moving to lift Aziraphale up, wrapping one of his arms over his shoulder. It's for the best that there isn't anyone around, otherwise it might look a little odd, how easily Crowley can pick the angel up and lift him.
"It's all right, angel," he says. "Getting you inside. I'll get you inside, we'll get...I'll get...I'll take a look at what's happened."
Crowley has healed things before. Injured animals, mostly. Things he's accidentally hit with his car. He never means to hurt them, and it feels wrong just leaving them there to suffer. Little injuries, he's fixed them up. But something like this? That takes a divine miracle.
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Date: 2019-08-20 12:27 am (UTC)But if he dies, Hell will pay for it. Hastur won't get away with it.
He unlocks the door to the loft and leans down, carefully moving to lift Aziraphale up, wrapping one of his arms over his shoulder. It's for the best that there isn't anyone around, otherwise it might look a little odd, how easily Crowley can pick the angel up and lift him.
"It's all right, angel," he says. "Getting you inside. I'll get you inside, we'll get...I'll get...I'll take a look at what's happened."
Crowley has healed things before. Injured animals, mostly. Things he's accidentally hit with his car. He never means to hurt them, and it feels wrong just leaving them there to suffer. Little injuries, he's fixed them up. But something like this? That takes a divine miracle.