A/N: So this is a trigger warning for sexual assault and a serious knife wound. This entire chapter is based heavily on this event happening, so if any of the triggers mentioned are triggers for you, go ahead and skip to the end as nothing else too important happens. I will include a basic summary at the end in bold.

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You wake up and get showered, dressed, and fed as quickly as you can. You need to get back to Aziraphale about the book. Well, you don't need to, but it would be helpful. You knock on Crowley's study door. He comes out.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to be going to Aziraphale's bookshop. I'm wondering what the deal is with that book and why he's acting so strangely."

"Alright, you do that." He closes the door and you head out of the flat.

As you walk, you think about that mysterious book. Who is the prophecy referring to? It probably is for Aziraphale or Crowley. After all, why would a mortal with no impact on anything be in a prophecy book?

Around a minute or two into the walk, you feel yourself being pulled by the back of your shirt. It fazes you, but you quickly return into reality. You're standing in an ally and a man is pushing you against a wall.

He looks gross. If your old apartment turned human and decided to go around attacking people, it would be this man. Old and raggedy brown trench coat, dirty jeans with holes that cover more areas than the knees, and a white T-shirt covered in stains. He's disgusting. And what's more... You can smell alcohol on his breath. He's probably been drinking all night. Great, a drunkard just pulled you into an ally.

"What'cha doing?" Understandably, you're more than a little angry at this man.

"Well, I was on my way to a friend's store, until you decided that you should shove me into an ally."

"Shut it, girl. No attitude. Now, here's what's going to happen." He pulls a kitchen knife out of his pocket. Wonderful. You don't have any money on you... Hopefully, he believes you. Otherwise, you're as good as dead. He continues with his threat.

"I'm going to lead you to a nice area where we can be undisturbed. Then you're going to strip." You don't even want to ask, but...

"Then what?" He grins. A lot of his teeth are gone. The ones that remain are a sickly yellow color.

"I think you know exactly what's going to happen next." You turn around and walk out of the ally. You are not dealing with this today. He grabs you by the back of your shirt again and pushes you against the wall, knife to your neck. It's surprisingly sharp.

He was being careless, and now you can feel a large slice in your skin and blood oozing down your neck. You have enough medical knowledge to know that this is not an every-day cut. If you don't get it fixed up, and soon, blood loss will be a really bad issue for you.

"Don't try to run away again or I won't hesitate to kill you." Oh. Shit. This is not good at all. Who knew a drunk dude could be so intimidating?

You decide to do the only thing in your power. You're probably going to die trying to escape this, but who honestly cares? It's better than the alternative.

You push the knife straight forward so it won't keep cutting you and you kick him in the nuts. Not being very fit, or good at anything physical (or maybe you just used the force of a thousand suns to defend yourself), he drops the knife and falls to his knees.

You run. You're much closer to Crowley's place than Aziraphale's. At this point, the front of your shirt is soaked in blood from the cut in your neck. You wouldn't be surprised if it was infected already-- that man doesn't seem the type to clean his knives often.

You're in complete fight-or-flight mode. In other words, you can barely think straight. So when you get to Crowley's flat, you just barrel into the door. Right, a doorknob is a thing.

It's only when you struggle to open the door that you realize you're shaking. Like, a lot. Either you're really scared-- which is a perfectly reasonable response to what just happened to you-- or you have lost a lot of blood.

Looking down at your shirt, you think it's a great deal of both.

You manage to open the door. You close and lock it using a deadbolt. You don't want any chance of that man finding you again, as crazy as it sounds. He was probably just bored and has nothing against you as a person.

Now, what to do... Crowley would flip if he saw you. But at the same time, you need support. And he does those "demonic miracle" things, so maybe he can make you not die of blood loss. Your neck has barely started clotting. Blood is just kind of... Slowly oozing. Yeah, you need Crowley's help. You're way out of your paygrade.

So you unsteadily walk to the study and knock. Crowley opens the door and stares at you for a second. He finally speaks.

"What. The. Fuck. Y/N, you look like you can barely stand! What happened?" You just stare at him. And now you're sitting on the floor. How did that happen?

"Shit. Y/N." He kneels. "You can tell me later. Try to stay focused on being awake and conscious. Think you can do that for me?" You're tired. Really tired.

"For... You...?" He looks shocked. Then he sees what he has to do.

"Yes, for me. Please? It would make me so happy." You smile like a two-year-old and nod, even though your neck hurts very badly. You're going to make him happy! You notice, for a moment, that you're very out of it. Probably dying of blood loss. It was a deep cut, after all.

You don't know if it's the blood loss effecting you or what, but for a moment, he just looks at you. With an expression on his face that somehow breaks your heart. It's a look of care and worry and shock, and you want to make it better.

"Don't be sad! I'm fine!" He snaps out of it and picks you up like he would a tired toddler who's done with being at the grocery store. You lean against his shoulder and close your eyes. You want to sleep. It would feel nice to fall asleep right now.

Then you remember that Crowley wants you to be awake. It would make him happy. So you open your eyes even though the heaviness in your eyelids is unbearable. The things you do for people...

He puts you down, and you're sitting in a bathtub with both a faucet and a showerhead.

"I'm going to rinse you off. It'll also wake you up. How does that sound?" It sounds amazing. The sticky blood is getting annoying. But you're too tired to say anything, so you just smile and nod.

He turns on the showerhead and a stream of freezing water blasts you from the showerhead. You feel a little more awake. On the plus side, you're probably not going to pass out. On the negative side, you're a bit more panicked about the fact that there's a giant slit in your throat.

You turn to look up at Crowley, who's looking very nervous.

"I'll explain later once I'm in clean clothes and my neck isn't bleeding any more." You lean back, shut your eyes, and let the cool water rinse your neck and chest. "If I'm not fucking dead by then!" He jumps a bit at your ferocity.

"... Are you okay? Are you angry at me, or...?" You open your eyes, and without turning your head, you look at him.

"No, I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at the asshole who did this to me." He sighs.

"Well, you always know that Y/N isn't messing around when she starts cussing. Seeing as how you're not as close to death, I'm going to call Aziraphale." You look at him strangely.

"I'm a demon. I can switch your clothes to make you not as messy, but I can't heal people." He points down at your shirt and leaves.

You are now wearing a black T-shirt and a black swim bottom. It won't stain, so that's nice.

And, all the sudden, you feel drowsy. You're thankful that you're sitting in the tub because you're also hit with strong dizziness. Crowley comes in again.

"Y/N. You doing okay?" You nod. Your eyes are still shut. "You still tired?" You nod again. "Okay, then, let's talk about something. What did you need that notebook for?"

"You know that prophecy book Aziraphale's been going crazy over?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"I flipped to a random page and there was a prophecy there. And I was super drawn to it. So I needed that notebook to write it down so I could see what it means."

"That's what you needed Aziraphale for?" You shake your head.

"No. I just wanted to see what he was using it for and if there was anything I could help with."

"Oh, okay. At some point, maybe we could work through it."

"Yeah." Aziraphale rushes into the bathroom. You look up to take in the scene. A scared Crowley is sitting on the toilet. You're sitting in the bathtub-shower thing with the curtains shoved to one side with a pissed-off expression and wearing a black T-shirt and swim bottom. And a giant cut on your throat.

"Y/N, what happened?"

"She hasn't even told me yet. Would you like to share?"

"So I was walking to Aziraphale's and this disgusting drunk man pulled me into an ally. Basically said that if I didn't have sex with him, he'd kill me. I tried to walk away, then he slammed me into the wall and pressed a knife against my throat. Unfortunately, he was drunk, so he pressed much harder than he meant to. I kicked him in the nuts and ran away as quickly as I could. I was a lot closer to Crowley's flat, so I went there."

Silence. Crowley looks about ready to stab someone and Aziraphale looks about ready to cry.

"I'm fine. I'm not going to die. I'm just... angry." Crowley's the next one who speaks.

"Of course you are. Aziraphale...?"

"Yes, yes, I'm on it. Y/N, sit up, please. Crowley, turn off the water." Crowley stands and switches the knob. The cold water stops. You sit up.

"Crowley, come here. This may be quite painful. It's a terrible wound, I'm afraid. Healing it may cause her to pass out. I need you to steady her so that if she does, she doesn't hit her head."

Well, that's... comforting... Crowley walks over to the side of the tub. He evaluates the situation. You suddenly feel dry. He sits behind you on his knees and steadies your back, wrapping his arms around your stomach.

Aziraphale presses his fingers to the cut on your neck. You feel all the scabbing disappear, although it feels as though it's being ripped off manually. You whimper and Crowley holds you tighter.

"Okay... That's the first bit. Now to fix the wound." Aziraphale slides his finger across the cut again, and this time, it just feels like intense pressure. Nothing like you've felt before. And, as he promised, you feel yourself become dizzy and the world turns black.

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A/N: A quick summary (spoiler alert of the full previous chapter): You decide to go to Aziraphale's to talk about the book. On the way there, you're attacked by a drunk man who tries to rape you and cuts your neck. You manage to defend yourself and run back to Crowley's place, who then cleans you up and calls Aziraphale, who heals your wound. You pass out during this healing process.

Anyways, that's all, thanks for reading!