Good Omens One-Shots

Hurt

Crowley was lying on the ground in the bookshop, he had walked in on Gabriel waiting for Aziraphale and Gabriel decided to attack him with his holy sword!

"Az...ira...ph...ale help...me" said Crowley who was slowly losing consciousness when he heard the door chime.

"CROWLEY!?"

Aziraphale lifted Crowley's head into his lap and wiped the hair from his face.

"Crowley wake up!"     "WAKE UP!"

"Stop shouting" Crowley opened his eyes slightly and saw his Angel had tears in his eyes.

"I'm going to heal you, although Angels and demons are of the same stock I doubt a miracle will feel pleasant"

"Just do it"

Aziraphale hovered his hand over the wound on the demons chest, his hand started to glow and Crowley started wriggling in pain. Aziraphale started to heal his boyfriend, whilst Crowley was screaming in pain.

"I know...I know, just a little more" said the Angel who was now full on crying.

When the Angel was done Crowley said "I hope you left a scar" then he passed out.

Four days later and Crowley opened his eyes, he started to panic he didn't recognise the room he was in.

"Hey...hey its okay, you're okay"

Crowley looked toward the voice and saw the face of his Angel. Crowley started to calm down and he smiled at his Angel.

"You scared me half to death Crowley"

"Sorry" he said with a strained voice.

"Here" said the Angel who put a glass of water in his hand and put a straw in it.

Crowley drank some and his throat felt better.

"So care to tell me what happened?"

"Got into a fight"

"That was a holy wound Crowley an inch toward you heart and you'd be dead, not discorporated, dead"

"Yeah well Gabriel is an arse"

"Gabriel did this?"

"He was waiting for you, but I got here first and he attacked me"

Crowley sat up a little but winced at the pain on his chest. He opened his shirt to see a huge gash across his torso.

"I need to heal it some more, but I can wait until you're a little stronger"

"Angel just do it now"

"But.."

Crowley gave the Angel the look. The 'I'll be fine' look, when the Angel knew he wouldn't be.

"Alright, take my hand"

Crowley took his Angels hand and Aziraphale hovered his hand over the wound, his hand started to glow. Aziraphale started to heal the gash and Crowley was screaming in pain again, the sound pained the Angel because it was he who was causing him such pain.

"All done"

Crowley was breathing heavily, the wound stung a little bit. Aziraphale was about to get up when Crowley stopped him.

"Stay...please"

"Okay"

Aziraphale sat on the bed next to Crowley, he unfurled his wings and surrounded Crowley, protecting him.

"Thank you Angel, for saving me"

"Anytime dear"