Aziraphale beat his wings quickly, trying to get away from the horrible cat chasing him. He cooed in distress, not noticing the oncoming car and getting hit square on, wing breaking painfully as he bounced off and landed in some fallen leaves, chirping loudly.
A few moments later, gentle hands picked up the small white bird. "Come on...don't be dead..."
The bird cooed weakly, lifting its head towards the stranger.
"Good..." the redhead said, getting back into the car and gently laying the bird in a wrapped up scarf on the passenger seat.
The bird laid flat, letting out soft chirps when the car hit a bump.
Crowley gritted his teeth, taking the easiest route home.
The bird had fallen asleep by the time they made it home, wing bent at an awkward angle.
Crowley carried him inside, setting the bird on a table before examining the wing. No...he couldn't fix it. He gently cradled the animal and miracled themselves to the nearby animal hospital.
The dove stirred, cooing in fear and trying to fly away.
Crowley gently rubbed the bird's head. "Shh...they're going to help you..."
Anathema glanced over as she saw Crowley. "Reina again?"
"No, a bird who hit my car. Seems like it broke its wing. Can you help it?"
"Jesus...I can try...head into the back and get him on a table."
Crowley nodded, gently rubbing the bird's head again as he carried Aziraphale inside.
The bird cooed weakly, Anathema injecting the dove with a heavy sedative.
Crowley stayed with it as Anathema set the wing back into place, binding it gently. "It should be healed up in a few weeks."
Crowley nodded. "I can take care of ...him? Her?"
"Him," Anathema chuckled. "It's a boy dove. And Yes. Just...keep him warm and safe. Any harsh movement will only hurt him more."
Crowley nodded. "I'll keep Reina in her case. She's shedding right now."
"Smart move."
"She's securely on frozen/thawed rats. She'd have no interest in this little one."
Anathema nodded. "I'd feed him when he gets up."
"What should I feed him?"
"Worms are good. Insects. That sort of thing."
"Okay."
Anathema smiled and sent Crowley off.
Crowley stepped into an alleyway before miracling back home.
The dove was still sound asleep.
Crowley gently snuggled the bird into a small shoebox to keep it safe before setting the box beside the bed.
The dove slept until the next morning, waking with a tired chirp.
Crowley was asleep near the bedside table and stirred with a soft sound.
The bird continued to chirp in distress.
"Shh," Crowley murmured, gently rubbing the bird's head. "You're okay."
The bird chirped louder, trembling. He could smell sulphur...oh god, this man was a demon!
"Are you hungry, little one?"
