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[a_fell]

Aziraphael knows what he's doing, and what he's doing is panicking - quietly, certainly, but panicking nonetheless. His mind has never felt so disorganised; snippets of information, articles he's read, piles upon piles of dusty books because he collects knowledge like others collect butterflies but it's no longer pinned neatly in place and he knows

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[un_fallen]

And to think this was a fairly quiet night up until a few minutes ago. Raguel has been scanning the crowd of hysterical victims and patrons, the whole crowd, it seems, yelling at the top of their lungs. It looks like a fight's about to break out.

That's all Security needs right now, he thinks, and he's about to intervene when a hand attaches itself to his arm with an iron grip. He looks around, then down, and pales at least three shades.

It really is far too familiar.

"What can I do?" he asks. To all outward appearances, he's all business.

[a_fell]

"We have to - " Aziraphael has someone to lean on, now. He looks, suddenly, just a little more fragile. "We have to get him upstairs. Have to keep him horizontal and get him upstairs. Quickly."

Crowley's heavy and clumsy and cold in his arms, and he carefully doesn't think -

(dead weight)

- anything at all.

[un_fallen]

"Okay," he says, nodding just a little too quickly. "Okay. Let me just--"

Aziraphael's clearly less than steady on his feet, so he reaches out and carefully, carefully takes his slight weight out of the angel's arms. He gasps when he feels how cold Crowley's skin is. When he registers the fact that Crowley doesn't seem to be breathing. That Crowley's heart doesn't seem to be beating.

He looks back at Aziraphael hopelessly, but Aziraphael isn't really seeing him.

"You lead the way," is all he says, voice raspy.

He follows Aziraphael toward the stairs, more than half-convinced that he's carrying a corpse.

[a_fell]

Aziraphael's arms wrap around himself, like he's the one freezing.

"Quickly," he insists again, heading for the stairs far faster than he's moved in years. "And don't - don't jostle him."