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FTEC, Friday Night, 5 January

Natalie was surprised to read that Dr. Wilson had regained consciousness. Pleasantly surprised, of course, but still surprised. She peeked in on her patient. Afterward, she settled in at the desk with her laptop and DVDs. It was another Fred and Ginger night, with her new "Volume 2" box set.

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Aziraphale was out of his seat and at Wilson's side before the 'w' part of that was even voiced. Not that he had far to go, since he'd been not more than a foot or two away from the young doctor since returning from his phone calls earlier in the day.

"Do you need something, love? Should I get the doctor, or...is there anything I can do? Where does it hurt? Would you like some water?"

"Morphine, no because she can't give me anymore, hurts all over...water would be nice." Wilson answered in the same rough and somewhat tired tone.

"Water."

Aziraphale recognized the tired tone, and realized that his frantic dithering wasn't going to be of any help. So he scolded himself into pouring a glass of water, and helping Wilson drink a little of it.

"I can help the pain, love, if you'll let me."

It was hard, reminding himself to let Phale help him sit up so that he could drink the water and Wilson almost spit the lukewarm liquid back up as his head was moved, setting it off to pounding.

Laying back, he closed his eyes and sighed. He'd had a chance to read his chart, the basilar skull fracture alone would knock him out of school for the semester, let alone the knife wound.

And he couldn't remember...how any of it had happened and that, really made him frown.

"I..." Wilson began before he shook his head, gingerly. "If I don't...I hate having you strain like that."

"It's no strain, James love, and you know it. I'm not a fragile thing, let me help you."

Aziraphale set the glass aside and touched his fingers to Wilson's cheek, easing some of the pain in his head. "I won't heal everything completely," he said in a softer voice. "Just enough for you to be able to get up and around, to come home and rest there, and heal better on your own."

It still went again Wilson's grain...but he had spent some of the time since waking thinking on this exact situation.

It was foolhardy to turn down Phale's offer and it was unfair to the angel. Without the assistance, he would be in the clinic for weeks, unable to do his job as a teacher or a doctor and straining Aziraphale's emotional resources as well.

"Do it." Wilson said softly. "The head, at least...so I can get out of here, stop taking up space and resources and hopefully be able to teach class."

"The other injury as well. Your lung was hurt," he pointed out, having gotten that much from Janet that first night. "You're not going to be able to get up and down the stairs, let alone give a lecture. I won't 'heal' it all, James, but I'll put you into a position where you can do your work and get better without it making you worse in the end."

Aziraphale could be stubborn when he needed to be, and he knew that part of the argument stemmed from that old fear Wilson had that the angel would put himself in danger. The more he did things to prove that the original incident had been an a rare case, the more he figure the young doctor would cease to worry.

Laying a hand against his lover's head, Aziraphale sent a soft, warm flow of healing energy. This was, as far as he was concerned, the most dangerous injury, and the one that it would be hardest for Wilson to manage if he were also trying to teach.

Oh but he would be lying if he didn't admit to how good it felt when Phale's hand moved across his head. The throbbing ache subsided as did the feeling of nausea that had come with the head injury.

"That feels...thank you, lover mine." He said softly, already breathing easier.

Just the look of relaxation was enough thanks for the angel, and he leaned over to brush a kiss to the young doctor's cheek.

"You still need to take care of yourself, and let the doctor's keep an eye on you. Regular checkups," he insisted, moving his hand to lay his palm over the bandage covering Wilson's abdomen. Again, there was a gentle glow and a healing warmth.

"I, er...already took care of the other injury," Aziraphale admitted.

Wilson blinked and looked at Aziraphale with confusion.

"Other injury?"

"Your, er..."

Aziraphale waved his hand toward Wilson's hand. "Your finger."

He gave the young doctor a penetrating look. "James love, do you remember what happened?"

Wilson looked down at his hand, lifting it up and wiggling all five fingers with a curious expression then lowering his hand and blinking at Phale.

"I...I remember...getting out of the taxi, to walk to the Hyperion but...that's it." The young doctor blinked and then he scowled. "Which isn't right, there is obviously more that happened...why can't I remember it?"

Wilson's scowl deepened and he shifted restlessly.

It worried Aziraphale as well, but the most important thing at the moment was keeping Wilson calm. He twined his fingers with the young doctor's, and touched his other hand to the man's hair.

"Hush, love. I'm certain that you'll remember after a while. You haven't been awake very long, things are probably still very hazy. And it was a...a traumatic experience. Isn't that the sort of thing that's always harder to remember?"

"But, I don't even remember who...I mean, I don't remember anyone approaching me or what might have happened." Wilson said, still sounding fretful and anxious, though he clutched tightly to Phale's hand and leaned into his lover's gentle touch.

Shifting closer, Aziraphale decided it was time for the rest of the tubes and other odds and ends to detach themselves. He couldn't embrace the man properly when he was connected to all those machines.

"James love...that isn't important right now. We'll go over what happened later, after you've rested, and your mind has had a chance to recover." He fell silent for a moment, brushing the hair from his lover's eyes. "I don't know what you were facing down in your mind while you were asleep, but I know that it was difficult. Your mind needs rest as much as your body does. Memory is a tricky thing, and as a doctor you know that. Don't fret, love, just...just let me take you home, and help you get better."

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