Chapter 16 not my friend either
A morgue was not a place for an angel to be but Aziraphale had to do this. He has to know if this really was his friend. Was this really the end of their relationship. Was his fate to be alone, the rest of this life. After composing himself he opens the door, the atmosphere was different way different cold even. Please don't be Crowley played over and over in his head as he could hear his own footsteps echoing off the new shined marbles floor.
"Right this way," a man approaches Aziraphale "Now you can either watch from the window," he points to a set of large windows, "Or you can come into the room," he points to the door. "It's up to you."
Aziraphale stands there blinking, This can't be real, I am going to open my eyes and it will be a vision.
"Which one do you prefer sir?"
Aziraphale shakes his head. Trying to get all thoughts out of his head, hoping to find himself back in his bed but that wasn't happening, not this time. Fate was now coming for him and he had to see it.
The worker could see that this was upsetting to Aziraphale and makes the decision for him.
"Just stand out here, by the window. That's probably the best way."
"What?" Aziraphale answers, not really in touch with what was still going on.
"Right there," the man calls, "A curtain will open for you to view the face only." Aziraphale took in deep breaths and nods to the man telling him that they were ready to do this. To know the truth once and for all. I can do this, I have to do this for my friend. I can't leave him alone, unidentified.
The curtains open and a covered-up body lays there. Aziraphale wipes a tear away from his eye and swallows. The coroner, a woman at that slowly pulls the sheet back. Moment of truth was coming.
Aziraphale steps closer to the window and just stares at the figure on the table. It wasn't Crowley! Aziraphale didn't know who it was. Aziraphale turns his head to the man next to him, then shakes his head. "It's not him, that's not Crowley."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I...I don't know who that is," The curtain closes. "I, I don't recognize him. Could be someone he knew."
"So that's not Crowley."
Didn't I just say that to you, you idiot? Aziraphale wanted to scream at the man.
"No, it's not." Relief floods thought out Aziraphale. Now Crowley might have the opportunity to find out that he might have a daughter. "Oh crap, I let that woman get away, got to find her." Aziraphale races out of the morgue.
"Thanks," Aziraphale could barely hear from down the hall before the doors to the outside world shut.
To be continued...