Little Angel

Chapter 4

In the morning Aziraphale had caught a cold, and since both of them used up their fair share of miracles yesterday,  the fever could not be treated until the next day, leaving Crowley nursing Aziraphale the old fashioned way.

"Mummy? I'm cold," murmured Aziraphale ," make me better, please".

The demon almost dropped the chunky blanket he just picked up. Aziraphale's forehead was burning.

"Mu... mu.... Mummy?"

Crowley stared at the angel, shocked. "Do I look like your Mummy?"

"Yes you do...." murmured Aziraphale, lifting his hands towards Crowley.

The demon's red eyes warm to a degree, crinkling.

"Will you give me a hug, mummy?" Continues the angel.

"When you get better, I'll give you more than a hug."

"Hug me now mummy," wailed the angel, despair in every word.

Crowley crossed his arms, unsure of what he should do, and turned away from the angel.

"No."

"Mum-"

"I said no. Drink your medicine and heal faster."

"I would heal faster, in your warm arms."

The angel's fever was getting worse, and his seductive movements were starting to tempt Crowley. The demon huffed. He should be the one tempting the angel, not the other way around. Crowley had no experience with sick angels. Aziraphale was perhaps the first. Usually, at least one of the angel's didn't use up their miracle, and so no one was sick. Without hell or heaven, Aziraphale would have to suffer through today.

The demon trudged through the town to the nearest pharmacy, to scavenge a couple of temperature killers. He hoped to Satan that the medicine would help, he wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold off the temptation of Aziraphale in his bed.

Later that day..........

"37.8"
"Yes," said the angel happily, "I do feel so much better!"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "I was the one treating you, wasn't I? Now move back to the living room, thanks to you, I have to disinfect this one."

Aziraphale complied. He stood up on shaking legs, took a step towards the door, and collapsed into Crowley's arm.

"I.... I'm fine," he said, weakly pushing off the demon, "I'm absolutely fine."

"You sure?" Smirked Crowley. "You're more pale than your usual milky shade."

Aziraphale took a small step forward.

"I think you better be close enough to catch me...."

"This is taking too much time."

"I'll be fast," murmured the angel," I have a fast pace."

"Fast? Good. I like fast. Now quit the stubbornness and let me help you."

Crowley dragged Aziraphale to the couch, and made him a large cup of tea. Uncharacteristically kind of the demon, he noticed.

"The remote. Watch something quietly, and don't disturb me."

As the demon cleaned his bedroom, he heard his own voice coming from the TV.

"Hands up! Hand me a thermometer and some painkillers."

The demon sighed.

"I thought I told him to watch quietly."