Good omens fanfiction Aziraphale is in trouble

Why are you so stubborn?!

The bookshop was quiet the early morning light funneling through the windows was golden and bright, and an angel sat at a round kitchen table, the angels face was tired and fed-up. He was sat at the table reading one of his precious first editions sipping his freshly made cup of tea which he then finished.

As the angel got up from his chair cup in hand to wash up he tripped and dropped the cup, he tried to catch it mid air but he just couldn't and on impact the glass shattered and skittered across the hard wood flooring "no no oh dear -ugh- why me?"Aziraphales voice was annoyed but more sad than anything "I liked that cup."

The angel bent down and began picking up glass, as he pulled the waste paper basket towards him he began placing the shards into the basket, when nearly all the glass was cleared he decided to search under the cabinets hoping none relocated under them.

But as he placed his hand under the cabinet and began to move it around, a quite big shard of glass cut his arm and he yelped"ouch Jesus mary and Joseph that hurt"he removed his arm to inspect the damage and saw, well he saw what he expected his coat sleeve was torn from his wrist to just before the crook of his elbow, and as he suspected crimson blood was pouring out he gasped out "oh dear lord" and stood up slowly to find a towel, he shuffled to his bathroom and found a pristine white one, be groaned at the thought of ruining it but the hot pain was beginning start as his adrenaline wore off.

He pressed the towel to the cut none too gently and gritted his teeth at the pain on impact, he was sure the bleeding would stop but after a few minutes but he was wrong, the once white towel was turning completely crimson red. He sank to the floor and leaned against the wall for support and used his good arm to feel around the objects on his desk until he found the phone, as a sharp pain struck him and he sucked in a breath painfully and dialed for an ambulance, his voice was cracking on the phone so had to repeat himself a few times, but after he answered all the questions they hung up and said they would still be 15 minutes. The panicked angel was starting to go into shock as be suspected, which he knew was never good so he picked up the phone again and dialed it once more.
"H hello" his voice was almost a whisper he was tired his eyes begged him to let them close but he fought back-for now.
"Angel hello, Angel what's wrong?"
He could barely hear his angel then he heard sirens.

"Crap angel what's wrong where are you?" His voice was panicked and fear shook through the usually suave demons body. The tired angel had dropped the phone as his arm went limp and as Crowley heard the line go dead he bolted through his apartment, throwing doors open and fighting his keys to unlock the Bentley door, he jumped in and the car roared to life. He slammed his shiny balck leather shoes down on the gas pedal and they were off, but after swerving between cars and nearly killing alot of pedestrians and driving for what felt like hours but had only been 2 minutes and 37 seconds, he arrived.

As he threw the Bentley door open he saw red outside the bookshop was an ambulance parked and unoccupied, he tried to breathe and as he swung the door open his heart stopped for a few seconds his angel was leaning against the wall, grumbling being his usual stubborn self as the paramedics shined torches in his eyes and asked him questions.

His breathing had returned to normal, Crowley's that was Aziraphales was still a little fast paced and the demon ran in "hey angel what happened this time?".
Aziraphale looked guiltily downwards until he felt his chin being lifted as he met his husbands shaded eyes. "Its okay Zera your okay, this will hurt though so hold my hand."

The paramedic nodded at Crowley then began peeling off the towel as Aziraphale hissed in pain, he winced and let his head droop so he was leaning on Crowley. As the wound was revealed Crowley grimaced and ran his hand through the angels hair and whispered calming words to him. They wrapped his arm and left, leaving him some pain relief which he gladly took as Crowley set him on the sofa he walked around and finished cleaning the glass up. Then he joined his angel on the sofa and noticed him sleeping soundly "you gave me quite a scare angel" he whispered before kissing the angel on his forehead and sitting there still, basking in the silence