Crowley was breathing heavily, trying to find Aziraphale through the rubble, but everything was so chaotic. They had just stopped the Second Coming together, and as he was running around, yelling his name he saw him.

Laying on the hard, gravelly ground with golden blood spilled Aziraphale lay there, unmoving. It took him a lot of strength to not act like a deer in headlights before he ran over to the angel.