[ Aziraphale had heard the same thing, from humans and non-human alike. But part of him hadn't really believed that he'd be infected, even when he had been explicitly told the disease took no prisoners, and was not picky. Guess some part of him hoped it wouldn't happen. Some part of him thought he'd be stronger than that.]

That's enough, Crowley. [ The words come sharp and frustrated, raspy.

But there's a few seconds, and he shakes his head. Moves to sit up straighter l.]

I'm... Sorry, I- [He hesitates.]

You must understand, I'm trying, I just--I don't know what else to do, Crowley. I don't know what else is there to be said. I don't...

I don't want to die. Not now. Not like this.

[ Not ever, preferably.]