[Crowley shakes his head, of course he understands, but Crowley isn't feeling as bad as the angel. Crowley can still move without too many aches.]

Of course, angel, but I know the cure. You just have to talk to me.

[Crowley eyes glow with desperation, his hands seeking out the angel's in both an attempt to comfort him and plead.]

I'm... Angel,  I'm going to be okay. I'm worried about you. I can't sleep seeing you like this.