After the fight -- NFB

[demonbelthazor]

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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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[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.