WHO: Aziraphale & 13th Doctor WHAT: A literal angel is sick for the first time since creation. WHERE: Wandering around town. WHEN: Today RATING: TBD (currently PG)
He wasn't entirely sure just why he had the desire to go into town other than for something comfortable. Some food or something to lessen his pounding head. For the first time since his creation, Aziraphale was sick and he was not happy. How did the humans manage this? He made a mental note to keep a weather eye open for any sick humans in future and use a miracle or twenty to heal them. This was a misery. He shuffled into town, sniffling and using his handkerchief for what might have been the first time ever for it's intended purpose. His eyes were watery and his turned up nose red and sore. He coughed into the cloth, making a dramatic groan.
He'd heard humans talk about chicken soup for illness and suddenly wanted nothing else. Was there even chicken soup that he could have here? He had no idea and so, he wandered aimlessly hoping someone might take pity on him.