In the Hospital, cont...

[anthony_crowley]

Date: August 15, 1999
Status: Public - Crowley, Aziraphale, Draco, Agnes, Gabriel, Pestilence, Sister Mary
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Hospital Wing
Summary: Crowley wakes up...

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[barking_draco]

Draco has certainly not been sulking in the hospital corridor, he told himself. No matter what Agnes said. He wagered that anyone would have been a bit snappish after being abruptly taken over by an old woman and forced to handle the body of his less-likely-with-every-passing-minute-future employer. But Agnes had expressed no sympathy at his plight, and had instead told him to goe to thee hallewaye if he insisted on being a brat. Draco harrumphed. They obviously didn’t need him here, anyway…

Crowley’s call of “DRACO!” broke the teenager out of his reverie. He leapt to his feet, radiating self-vindication from every pore. He was wanted, needed even… He ran into the room. Crowley was sitting in a bed next to Aziraphale (who Draco had finally learned the name of), trying to look calm. The demon took a few very deep breaths. “He’s… He’s not waking up,” he said plaintively.

[ineffable_angel]

Aziraphale whimpered in his sleep, sweat dripping down his nose. One of his legs kicked out, narrowly missing Crowley, and slumped. He was breathing heavily. He was dreaming.

[dontcallmegabby]

Gabriel felt a sense of panic grip him and knew instinctively that it was not his own.

Voices crowded his thoughts, but none so much as the cry that drew him suddenly through the halls of the Manor to the hospital wing. When he reached the sterile corridor, he knew where to go - knew without knowing that it was Aziraphale he would find. He pushed open the door, his sober gaze barely registering a dark-haired figure and a thin, pale boy before landing on the other angel.

The reeling disgust he’d experienced at the site of Aziraphale’s burned shop returned to him in waves. He was sure he was only imagining the renewed scent of soot and brimstone on the air. He’d been sent in and out of the Manor many times since his arrival, but nothing had made him ache for the soft, safe glow of Heaven like seeing Aziraphale lying wounded in a hospital bed.

“Dear Aziraphale,” he whispered as he approached. He laid a gentle hand on the angel’s pale, clammy cheek. “What have they done to you?”

[anthony_crowley]

Crowley looked up from his hushed and urgent discussion with Draco when the Archangel entered the room. He recognized Gabriel immediately, despite not having seen him for over six millenia. Normally, having such a high ranking angel nearby would have made Crowley quite nervous, but when said angel came over and touched Aziraphale so familiarly - in the same place that he himself had not a few moments earlier - Crowley began to get angry. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the intruder.

"What are you doing?" he asked Gabriel, suspicious. "We," he said, indicating Draco and himself, "have not done anything to him. In fact, we have been trying to help him. So you can leave. Draco, go get Agnes. Now!"