"Aziraphale….at least let me sit in there with you…" Crowley said as he leaned against the bathroom door.
"Not when I'm trying to piss on a fucking piece of plastic Anthony J Crowley!" Aziraphale snapped, clearly getting more anxious by the second. Taking a shaky breath, Aziraphale rasped, "I'll let you in when I figure this out…"
Crowley chuckled despite his stomach being knotted in worry. "Never used a Loo?"
"We've been married for six years dear boy, you know the answer to that!"
There was a brief moment of silence, the sound of something being dropped in the toilet bowl, some cursing, followed by more silence before the door finally creaked open.
"It's done." Aziraphale said softly as he handed the test to Crowley. Aziraphale had put it back in its clear plastic wrapping. "I want to go back to bed."
"How long until it tells us?" Aziraphale asked. Crowley had taken his husband back to bed and was dabbing his feverish forehead with a cold compress.
"Bout ten minutes." Crowley replied. "Until then just relax…."
"Hmmm." Aziraphale murmured, glancing at the plastic object on the bedside table.
"Your temperature has gone down." Crowley said, hoping to lift his angel's spirits. "If you feel up to it I'll whip you up some soup." Light foods was the only thing that Aziraphale could keep down at the moment.
"Okay." Aziraphale replied softly.
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Good Omens: Our New Beginning (Bad Omens Prequel Novella)
RomanceCrowley and Aziraphale have been happily married for six years now and they couldn't be happier, but shortly after their six year anniversary........Aziraphale suddenly comes down with something.....angels don't get sick! And before all of this, he...
