"I'm definitely-" Gabriel starts, but then he gets distracted by Aziraphale just lying down on the floor. He really doesn't blame him. If they both have whatever rift curse this is, then he's got to feel like death too.
He flops his arm down towards Aziraphale, and whines when he can't reach him. "What are you doing. You can-" He might have pointed out to him that there's a bed here, but he realizes that he doesn't really want to share the bed with anyone right now, and definitely not someone else that's sick. He can stay right where he is.
He sighs and contemplates for a moment the amount of movement that's going to be necessary to actually try healing Aziraphale. It's not much, but it seems like a lot. Moving at all make him feel unsteady and queasy and he does not like it at all.
"Okay." He says after a minute of not moving. "Gon' try this."
He nudges Yarrow off of his chest, then turns himself slowly around so that he's lying on his stomach instead of his back. From this position he can touch Aziraphale's face with the said of his hand. He realizes almost immediately that trying to heal him is going to be impossible and that trying is a very bad idea. He groans and rocks back as a wave of nausea hits him, then spends the next few minutes curled up on his side with his eyes shut tight and a hand over his mouth.
"Nope. No. no. really no." Scout, having followed Aziraphale into the bedroom, tips his head in confusion about the angel on the floor, then goes over to sniff at his face.
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He flops his arm down towards Aziraphale, and whines when he can't reach him. "What are you doing. You can-" He might have pointed out to him that there's a bed here, but he realizes that he doesn't really want to share the bed with anyone right now, and definitely not someone else that's sick. He can stay right where he is.
He sighs and contemplates for a moment the amount of movement that's going to be necessary to actually try healing Aziraphale. It's not much, but it seems like a lot. Moving at all make him feel unsteady and queasy and he does not like it at all.
"Okay." He says after a minute of not moving. "Gon' try this."
He nudges Yarrow off of his chest, then turns himself slowly around so that he's lying on his stomach instead of his back. From this position he can touch Aziraphale's face with the said of his hand. He realizes almost immediately that trying to heal him is going to be impossible and that trying is a very bad idea. He groans and rocks back as a wave of nausea hits him, then spends the next few minutes curled up on his side with his eyes shut tight and a hand over his mouth.
"Nope. No. no. really no." Scout, having followed Aziraphale into the bedroom, tips his head in confusion about the angel on the floor, then goes over to sniff at his face.