Aziraphale knelt down beside the unconscious man and slid a large, warm hand underneath the neck of the frayed jumper and pressed it against the bare skin. He glanced up to his companion.
"He's still alive; just received some cuts and bruises. He's also got a nasty gash on his forehead, and I think his left hand is broken… But nothing that I can't fix, of course," said the angel, a little smugly.
Crowley tried to look somewhat relived. It wasn't the first time that the Bentley had hit a human being at night. The demon felt somewhat annoyed. This human had put an enormous dent on the engine bonnet and broke the windscreen before landing back on the road with a sickening thud. He was surprised that the man wasn't killed instantly.
Crowley glanced at the man's pale, scarred face and light brown hair which really had more grey than brown. His clothing was frayed and patched up, and he was very thin (1.). Crowley raised an eyebrow.
"He looks a little dead to me. Do you think he's homeless?"
Aziraphale shrugged and placed a hand over the man's bloodied and bruised brow. The deep cut which had been bleeding profusely healed up and the large purple bruises disappeared. His broken hand was fixed by the gentle brush of the angel's perfectly manicured fingers.
"There, all better."
"Good. Can we go now? We've already missed the first showing. We can catch the second if we hurry," said Crowley, already sliding into the driver's seat.
Aziraphale was still kneeling by the prone form.
"What are you doing?" the demon called out impatiently after few moments.
"Oh, nothing," the angel replied vaguely as he eventually made his way back to the car, closing the passenger-side door and buckling his seatbelt. "Just fixing something I didn't notice earlier." He glanced back at the man once more (whom was now covered securely with a warm tartan blanket) and then up at the clear night sky. The moon was almost full.
Aziraphale smiled gently at his demon friend. "Perhaps hitting that man with your car wasn't such a bad thing after all, my dear."
Fin
(1.) Though he weighed more than he looked. Crowley was sure he pulled a muscle helping Aziraphale carry the man to the side of the road.