The Corpse and the Medical Examiner

Episode Seven

Crowley closes his eyes, because really he has accepted his death via knife or drowning. He hears the airy noise of the knife slashing through the air and felt nothing.

Then he heard the sound of rustling fabric, not long after that the sound of something squelching. He opens his eyes and sees the handle of the knife sticking out of someone that is not him.

Aziraphale had a knife in his stomach and Crowley can see the slow way his skin got paler and blue started to haze around his eyes and mouth and nose. He gasped and then saw the other man on the ground scrambling around. Aziraphale took a knife for him and now is glaring down a serial killer.

The killer is shaking on the floor, eyes wide and he looks like he is praying.

Aziraphale looks mildly annoyed at the knife and pissed at the shaking man, "You should have prayed and gotten forgiveness long before beginning this business."

The man looks up and tried to get out the door and is faced with Anathema. He gets up and run at her, she get ready to disarm him but he just looks horrified. He is begging her to put the cuffs on him, to take him away.

She puts cuffs on him and the three uncuffed ones hear police sirens. Aziraphale goes still and then carefully uses the sleeve of his ruined sweater to take the knife from where it is buried in his abdomen. He throws the thing down and takes a breath.

"I think I need to leave before the police see me." And Crowley nods slowly, pointing to the window. The blond nods, stiffly, and goes out the window. The thud on the ground tells them he got down and they see him disappear into the woods.

The killer is shaking and looks at Crowley, "You! I should never have followed you Witch!"

"You shouldn't have become a serial killer either." Anathema deadpans, and other officers are in the flat now. The killer is stammering about the monster. he had just stabbed something not human. The other cops take a look at her and ask if anyone was hurt. She shakes her head and points to him.

"No one was hurt, he had a psychotic break before getting to Crowley." Said redhead was breathing heavily, staring at the open window and then at the killer, then at the knife.

Crowley was worried. He hoped Aziraphale was alright. He took a knife for him. Aziraphale's blood was on the knife and he sucked a breath through his teeth and looked at Anathema. The slimy blue blood was on the knife and on the floor. Shit. He would have o get Dagon to help examine the body, she would need to know what was happening.

She also wouldn't snitch. This was her secret as much as it was for the rest of them.

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Aziraphale didn't feel the need to breath heavily. He took the overcoat of his outfit and wrapped it firmly around the oozing wound. Looking around he saw it was a very familiar clearing. His grave sat, watery and cold as ever, but only frosted over instead of iced.

He sat next to it, his eyes looking up through the leaves, looking at the stars. He dipped his hand in the cold and sighed in relief. It was like aloe to his ho skin. Something clicked in his mind and he undid the knot keeping pressure on the wound and cupped water in his hand.

He groaned at the feeling, it was nice. He laid his head back on the trees trunk and listened to the woods ambiance.

Footsteps.

He looked up alarmed and saw the kids from the market. Shit. Oh dear he was not in any shape to talk to them, they could see he was bleeding out and he didn't look human he knew it.