After the fight -- NFB

[demonbelthazor]

From here and here:

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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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

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

[demonbelthazor]

"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."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"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."

[demonbelthazor]

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."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

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."

[demonbelthazor]

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."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"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.

[demonbelthazor]

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."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"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.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

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."

[demonbelthazor]

"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.