"Sorry for...running out like that. Well, trying to." Crowley shifted, sitting up more. "Have you been here all night and into the morning? Things feel back to normal, so you don't have to stay around and smother me with your mothering instincts, y'know."

The Serpent was a bad patient at the best of times and did always complain, especially if Aziraphale was fussing over him, just on principle. This time, however, Crowley really wouldn't mind if the angel left because maybe then Crowley could have the mental breakdown he felt scheduled to have now that he had Realized just WHY he gave a flying fig. Bugger it all.