Swallowing down the urge to panic, Aziraphale stared at Jonas as he spoke, brow furrowing in confusion - I thought we couldn't do that anymore, I thought we were human now - and then his attention snapped back to Gabriel when the other whimpered. "Sorry," he said, as quietly as he could, and surreptitiously tried to heal him anyway, just to see if he could.
No good. Whatever this was, for whatever reason, Gabriel had recovered and he had not. Although 'recovered' was a bit of a strong term for the man who was curled up in pain on the ground before him.
Sitting back on his knees, Aziraphale looked up at Jonas again, frustrated and helpless. He didn't know how human bodies worked, so he had no idea what might be wrong with Gabriel right now. "Do you have any experience with this?" he asked quietly, gesturing to Gabriel. Who was crying with pain.
Sliding across the sand, he pulled open his pack and began feverishly pulling it apart. Where was the first aid kit, and the - the aspirin, that was right, wasn't it?
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No good. Whatever this was, for whatever reason, Gabriel had recovered and he had not. Although 'recovered' was a bit of a strong term for the man who was curled up in pain on the ground before him.
Sitting back on his knees, Aziraphale looked up at Jonas again, frustrated and helpless. He didn't know how human bodies worked, so he had no idea what might be wrong with Gabriel right now. "Do you have any experience with this?" he asked quietly, gesturing to Gabriel. Who was crying with pain.
Sliding across the sand, he pulled open his pack and began feverishly pulling it apart. Where was the first aid kit, and the - the aspirin, that was right, wasn't it?