[ He takes out a handkerchief with a fancy A embroidered on it, having shrunk in Aziraphale's pocket to be proportional to his miniature size. Giving no more thought to it, he sits up in Crowley's arms and starts to wipe up some blood coming out of his nose. ]
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[ He takes out a handkerchief with a fancy A embroidered on it, having shrunk in Aziraphale's pocket to be proportional to his miniature size. Giving no more thought to it, he sits up in Crowley's arms and starts to wipe up some blood coming out of his nose. ]
Can't seem to heal you, I'm afraid.
What were you thinking?