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After the fight -- NFB

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Bel managed to shimmer a couple blocks before the pain made him reform. He shifted back into human form and leaned against an alley wall, taking his shirt off and inspecting the bullet wound in his arm. It was bleeding heavily; he had to stop it and fast. When he tried to rip a strip of cloth from his shirt, he found he didn't have the strength, so he shifted once again into demon form and tore it the shirt to shreds.

All he'd wanted was a drink, and Veronica had provoked a fight. He would've let her walk away if it wasn't for the threat she made to tell Phoebe about him and Piper. That sparked his anger. One day his temper was going to get himself killed. Raynor always told him that.

Back in human form, he bound the cloth around his arm, then flexed it experimentally. He'd live, but it would be best if he got some medical attention. He headed toward the town clinic, hoping to find Dr. Wilson available and not in a questioning mood.

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[ooc: Hey there! Did you need me?]

[OOC: If you're good with saying it happened last night. :) ]

[ooc: I'd be good with that just if we can weave a couple minor points into the mix?

1) We'd probably better use this thread so as not to get our fingers smacked for retcon.

2) Can we say that Bel paged Wilson and was directed to come up a couple of doors to the shop, since Wilson was *cough* with Phale? (Bel can have fun with that bit of IG knowledge...or not as you wish. :) ]

[OOC: Works for me. :) I've been vague about his injury so as not to cause problems.]

[ooc: Sounds like a go then!! Just give us an IC leader...and Phale can answer the door and we can totally scar poor Bel. ;)]

[Here. :) ]

Finding the clinic empty and dark, Bel paged Wilson and was told to come up a couple of doors to the Rare Books Shop. Wondering what Dr. Wilson was doing there at this time of night, Bel headed for the store and knocked on the door.

The call to Wilson's pager had startled Aziraphale enough that he'd knocked one of the empty wine glasses off the table with a jerk of his wing. The young doctor had mentioned that Bel was on his way, and the angel was flustered enough at being...interrupted that he wasn't making much headway in straightening up the lounge before he heard the knock on the door.

Leaving Wilson to try and figure out what had happened to his sweater, Aziraphale headed to the front of the shop, dressed in only jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt, hair mussed as though he'd just gotten out of bed.

"Good Heavens, do come in!" he exclaimed to Bel as he opened the door.

Bel raised an eyebrow at Phale's disheveled state. "I'm, um, sorry to interrupt," he said, "but I kinda need to see Dr. Wilson." He jerked his head toward the bloody cloth wrapped around his arm.

You wouldn't think that in a shop this neatly kept a sweater could get lost...but lost it was and despite his best efforts, Wilson couldn't find it!!!

Hearing Bel, the young doctor groaned inwardly but surfaced, bare-chested from the lounge.

"What happened? Come on and sit down so I can take a look."

Never mind the white feathers, scattered across the couch or the ones sticking out of the waistband of his haphazardly zipped jeans.

Looking as though he'd like to crawl into a hole somewhere and hide, Aziraphale rubbed his face and waved Bel into the lounge, plucking one of the feathers off of Wilson as he went past.

"I'll make us some tea," he said, and hurried off into the kitchen.

Bel's eyebrows went even higher when he saw Wilson. And the feathers.

"Got shot," he said with a rueful grin as he clutched his left arm. "It's pretty crazy out there."

Really, Wilson wasn't blushing like a school boy as he tugged the remaining feather out of his pants and tossed it aside on the coffee table.

The coffee table where one empty bottle of wine sat with one glass next to it, the other tipped over as was a lamp. What can we say, Aziraphale has a hell of a ....

Wing Span.

Getting Bel settled on the couch, Wilson straightened up the lamp and turned it on, blinking as the artificial light mixed with the firelight.

"Yeah...it's a little insane." He agreed as he reached for the wounded arm, frowning at it worriedly, professionalism pushing straight through his disheveled state.

Returning from the kitchen, Aziraphale sets a tray on the low table.

"Tea, my dear. And...there's a shot of brandy in it, because it looks as though you could use it."

He hands a teacup to Bel.

"Thanks," Bel said, taking the teacup and drinking the contents gratefully. The brandy sent a warmth down his throat that began to slowly spread through him. "I'm really sorry to interrupt," he apologized again.

"Er...not at all, my dear," Aziraphale assured him, as he watched Wilson.

"Do you know who shot you?"

Wilson chuckled softly and he stood up, going to a corner of the room where he tended to keep his little travel kit of doctoring goodies(technicalterm).

Coming back to the couch, he reached for one of the teacups, giving Aziraphale a gentle smile before turning to open up the bag, pulling out what he'd need to clean the wound. Then, since there really was no point in trying to pretend that ummm...they'd been quilting, Wilson coughed and sent an impish sort of grin towards the young demon.

"It's all right, Bel. It's an easy enough conversation to get back into. Now...should I ask? Am I going to have Phoebe on my doorstep tomorrow demanding answers or is this one of those instances where...we don't want to know?"

[ooc: Was it a through and through shot or does he have a bullet to pull out?]

"Probably don't want to know," Bel said, chuckling. "Just got into a little scuffle. People are carrying around weapons these days and tend to shoot first, question later."

[OOC: Went all the way through his left upper arm, nothing to remove.]

Wilson shared a quick glance with the angel, wondering if Phale was buying that explination but he decided that in the current state of things, he simply wasn't going to push further beyond that.

"Well, the good news is it went straight through. I'll clean, stitch and bandage it and you should be good to go."

"Good," Bel said in relief. "Just glad it wasn't anything more serious. Like you said, Phoebe would be upset, and I'd rather she not know about it...."

"You ought to tell her," Aziraphale said softly, sipping at his tea. "She'll find out eventually -- this is too small a town to keep secrets in. And she'll be a great deal more upset when she finds out that you didn't tell her."

"She knows I keep secrets from her," Bel said softly. "Okay, maybe not about my well-being, but in general. We kinda made our own arrangement about things, since I have to do things she doesn't like, and she has to try to stop me."

"I do understand that, my dear," the angel replied. "You'll tell her that something happened, then, but that the details must by necessity remain a secret? Of course, I suppose you'll have to tell her something, won't you? Unless you plan to hide yourself until your wound heals."

He nodded at Bel's arm and smiled.

Wilson was quiet as he listened to the exchange and worked on Bel's arm.

"Yeah, I'll tell her something," Bel said reluctantly. "She'll be upset but she knows that sometimes these things have to happen. She's doing pretty good, by the way. Professor Camulus has some sort of item that can heal, so her leg is as good as new. She's still kinda shaken up, though."

"I'm pleased to hear that she's feeling better, at least physically. When things have quieted down here in town, I hope you'll tell her I would love a visit. From you both, in fact, if you ever have the time."

Bel nodded. "Definitely after things have quieted down," he said. "I don't want her out in town when it's like this. But she'd love to come by, I'm sure."

Finishing up his handiwork with a very neat sort of bandage, Wilson sat back with a smile.

"I am glad to hear she's feeling better and that she was able to get that assistance."

Exahaling he began to clean up. "Keep the wound site clean and call me if it becomes inflamed or you run a fever but otherwise you should be good to go. You can come see me in two weeks to have the stitches removed or Dr. House can take care of it up at the school."

Bel nodded. "I'll come see you. No offense to Dr. House or anything, but I trust you and I don't know how much he has to report to the school." He flexed his arm experimentally. "Thanks, doc," he said with a grin. "Almost good as new."

"You'll be going directly back to the school? James and I will be happy to walk with you if you like. It's not a good time to be out alone."

Aziraphale's concern is genuine, and looks as though he may be considering insisting Bel have an escort.

Never one to admit he might need assistance, Bel nonetheless knew that there was a chance he could run into Echolls again, and if he was with Wilson and Aziraphale then Logan surely wouldn't try anything. "All right," he said. "I can shimmer, but not as well when I'm hurt, so that might be a good idea."

"I'll ah... go ...um." Find clothes was what he needed to say but he just couldn't quite go there. "I'll be right back down and we can go."

As he stood up, he rested his hand on Bel's good shoulder, a quick nod of understanding to Bel's statement about wanting to come down to him and trusting him as well as an unspoken invitation for the demon to come to him whenever he needed him.

Then he headed up the stairs to go dig up...another one of Phale's sweaters.

Aziraphale watched Wilson go, finishing the rest of his tea to hide the slight blush. Then he stood and went to pull on his coat, a pair shoes manifesting themselves before he was out of the lounge.

"You know you can come here anytime you need, Belthazor. Anytime either of you need a safe place to go, you're always welcome here."

"Thank you," Bel said softly. "That...that means a lot." An angel offering him sanctuary. A few months ago, he would've laughed at the thought.

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