A Blip in Our Lives ~ Crowley x Aziraphale

Blood and Bandages

Things were starting to go well, Crowley and Aziraphale started to work things out and Aziraphale moved into Crowley's apartment, though he still ran his bookshop and was there most days. A few months out from when the deal was lifted, Aziraphale stayed late at the bookshop to clean up a bit more. It was quiet and peaceful, only the music from his record playing and the sounds of his footsteps echoed through the bookshop.

Then the door slammed open and in walked a very violent looking Michael, dagger clutched in her hand.

"YOU RUINED MY PLAN! MY PERFECT PLAN!" She shouted, charging at Aziraphale and slamming him against one of the bookshelves, the neck of his coat clutched in her free hand. "I may not have access to holy water but... I can still complete the other half of my plan." She smirked, brandishing the dagger.

Aziraphale's blood ran cold and he struggled against her, yelling for Crowley.

"You think that stupid demon can save you now?" She laughed cruelly, shoving him to the floor face down and shoved her knee into his back, keeping him down as she brought the dagger against the base of his left wing, "Let's cut right to the chase, hm? We don't need a repeat of last time, now do we?" She cackled and slowly started to cut through his wing.

Aziraphale let out a blood curdling shriek that fell on deaf ears as Michael let out a sadistic laugh, giddily watching as the angel desperately yet helpless squirmed, trying to escape. A strangled cry escaped his throat as he saw the white feathers of his wing out of the corner of his eye.

Tears streamed down his face, as Michael moved the dagger to his right wing and slowly started to saw it off. Warm blood soaked Aziraphale's shirt, vest and coat, dampening the light material with dark blood. It clung to his body, uncomfortably warm as it stuck to his body.

He screamed, hoping, begging, praying that someone would hear. But alas, to his infinite unluck, nobody came.

He saw his other wing hit the ground out of the corner of his eyes, his throat too raw to continue screaming. Michael got off him, dropping the dagger now dripping with his blood beside him and left without another word, leaving Aziraphale on the floor in pain as he quickly lost blood.

He curled up, pulling his knees to his chest and cried. He was planning on asking to be official with Crowley when he returned home.

How cruel fate could be sometimes.

So he sat, silently crying as he lost more and more blood. His vision blurred and slowly started to go dark as the door opened once again. He braced himself, expecting it was Michael coming back to finish him off but instead gentle but shaking hands grabbed him, moving him to face them as carefully as possible, though it was nearly impossible to avoid causing pain as Aziraphale grit his teeth and sharply exhaled.

The bright red and golden yellow was the only thing he could distinguish through his blurred vision. "Crow...ley..." He murmured weakly, his eyelids starting to droop and he was shaken slightly.

"Hey. Hey! Stay with me angel. Keep your eyes open." Crowley's voice shook, trying to hide their panic.

"I love you..." Aziraphale murmured, his breath growing thin as the world got dimmer and dimmer.

"No. No no no asshole! You can say that later! You can..." Aziraphale's eyes shut, his breathing shallow. Crowley hugged him close, tears brimming his eyes as Aziraphale went limp, his pulse weak and only getting weaker by the second. There was no way Crowley could miracle this better, that wouldn't be enough.

He scooped Aziraphale up, doing his best to keep him in a position that would lessen the bleeding as much as he could before setting him in their car and speeding off to the hospital, miracling the path clear and his Bentley to drive even faster.

They weren't losing his angel now, not after everything that they had gone through to get to this point. Upon arriving, they sprinted inside, nurses immediately taking Aziraphale from them and getting him a room.

Now it was all out of Crowley's hands and they hated it. They hated not being able to ensure Aziraphale's safety themself. Yet here they were, anxiously pacing in the waiting room for any news on his condition.

The image of Aziraphale on the brink of death replayed in their head over and over and over and over.

Aziraphale was usually back by then, even when he deep cleaned, so what was taking so long? It was what Crowley was wondering as he sat by the door, as he usually would while waiting for their angel to return home after a long day. When he was gone another 10 minutes, which was extremely out of the ordinary for him, Crowley grabbed their keys and off they went, speeding down to the bookshop. They opened the door and nearly vomited.

Aziraphale was curled up on the ground in a pool of his own blood, his wings cut off and discarded to the side, still bleeding as well. Crowley rushed forward, swallowing their panic because they knew it would do Aziraphale no good. They gently maneuvered him to look up at them and his eyes were glossy and unfocused.

He had weakly murmured their name as his eyes started to close, making Crowley's heartbeat jump into their throat. This wasn't where they'd lose their angel.

They couldn't get the image out of their head and their guilt and anger built up. This was Michael's doing, no doubt, her threat against Aziraphale's wings was one of the last clear memories of that night so many months ago before it was all dominated by pain. They wanted to kill her, wanted to bring her to the same fate and watch as she bled out. She deserved to die the way she tried to kill their angel. The most perfect angel, not by heavens standards, but by Crowley's; and that was the only standard of angel that mattered to Crowley.

But with their growing anger, their guilt grew alongside it. They had failed to protect him, if they had gone just a bit sooner, maybe they could've stopped it. Maybe they could've saved him.

These thoughts swirled in their head as did the image of Aziraphale's half-dead body and it was enough to drive them insane.

Eventually, hours later, A doctor came over to Crowley and they prayed; for the first time since they fell, they prayed to God that Aziraphale would be alright.