the cure for what ails ya [open]

[has_a_horn]

(slight sickness related grossness in the following)

He wakes up sore, and not in a fun way. He groans, and every muscle in his body protests as he swings his legs around the edge of the bed and sits up. What the hell is this? He stomach feels wrong and his head is pounding like he's got the worst hangover imaginable. Actually, worse than imaginable because when he attempts to heal himself, nothing happens.

There's something on his face- he lifts a hand and "Ughh-" that's definitely snot on his face. There is snot where it definitely should not be. At least when he goes to wipe it away, it disappears.

Whatever this is, he clearly needs help. A moment later, he arrives lying face down on Johnny's bed.

He groans. "Johnny, I've been cursed. Probly the rift. You need to-" He waves a hand vaguely then coughs, and for a moment he feels like he might just keep coughing forever, but it passes. "-call Aziraphale. He needs to come'n do something." He's ill. Surely this is what it feels like to be deathly ill, and if Aziraphale can't heal him, maybe he can reverse whatever curse the rift or whoever has put on him.

(He'll be with Johnny for a while, but later he'll be up at his place again, likely flopped in bed. Anyone is free to visit then)

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post-Johnny pre-Mako

[bibliophale]

Once he's reassured Melanie, for at least the fifth time, that he is all right, really, Aziraphale sneezes once into a now-hazardous handkerchief and gives his wings a miserable flap, transporting himself into Gabriel's flat.

"Oh," he blurts, immediately feeling a horrendous queasy sensation that he can't bloody shake, and he staggers forward. There is a dog. Oh dear lord. Why is there a dog.

"Gabriel," he says blearily, seeking out the archangel with a loud sniff. "I am here to help. Please call off your animal."


[by the time Johnny returns/Mako arrives he will be passed out on the ding dang floor]

[has_a_horn]

Gabriel lifts his head from his pillow as Scout jumps off of the bed and runs out to bark at Aziraphale. He groans and half-heartedly calls the dog back. It doesn't quite work, but Scout does stop barking after a few moments and decides to try licking Aziraphale's shoes instead of acting as guard dog.

"Bedroom!" Gabriel calls out a little louder. His voice cracks, and he coughs, then groans again. This is awful. When Aziraphale finds his way to the bedroom, he'll find Gabriel lying on his back, nose red, skin pale, with one hand thrown to his forehead and the other brushing over the rabbit lying on his chest.

[bibliophale]

Oh, why is this happening. The dog is licking his shoes. That can't be good for it.

"Shoo," he says ineffectually, frowning down at the creature before proceeding to the bedroom as direction.

Gabriel looks just as terrible as he feels, which is not very encouraging. Aziraphale stands there a moment, looking at the rabbit like he cannot comprehend its presence, then turning his attention to the archangel.

"I'm going to-" He pauses, feeling the sudden overpowering urge to sneeze. He manages not to, but actually feels worse for it. "-Going to try to heal you. And then you can heal me. And we'll be fine."

Yes. It is a solid plan.

He hobbles over to Gabriel's bedside and waves his hand away from his forehead, pressing his own hand to it instead. They are both horrendously clammy. Ugh.

"Hrmf," he grunts, focusing carefully. He keeps grunting, as though that is going to help, before finally drawing his hand back with a weary groan. "I can't do it. I'm useless."

He sways dramatically, suddenly feeling dizzy and desperately fatigued. The prospect of remaining upright is dreadful, horrifying. He cannot do it. He gets down, humiliatingly, onto the floor, and lies there, facedown.

"I'm just gonna," he mumbles, "have a bit of a lie-down. Down here. You try to heal me. See if you can do it. You're more powerful that me. Prob'ly."

[has_a_horn]

"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.

[bibliophale]

"Mnrrrr," Aziraphale moans, both in response to Gabriel's failed attempt and the dog now nosing at his face. "It. It's okay. I'll be all right. I'm just. Going to."

He doesn't manage to finish his thought. He finds himself too exhausted to continue. In spite of his fairly uncomfortable position and the dog still very curiously investigating him, he manages to slip out of consciousness.


[Aziraphale will be passed out on the floor for the foreseeable future]

[has_a_horn]

Once Gabriel is able to open his eyes without throwing up, he looks back down at Aziraphale. Scout is making a few testing licks at his face, but he can still feel his mind , so he figures that he'll be alright. Angels needing sleep is a strange concept to him, but it would be par for the course with the rest of this bullshit. After watching Aziraphale and Scout for a moment, he flops back onto his back and closes his eyes. Maybe sleep's not such a bad idea.