A Miracle

"Is this better?" Aziraphale asked. The soldier just looked at him, utterly shocked. His leg, he was shot in just moments earlier, was now fully healed. Aziraphale was casually playing with the retrieved bullet.
"That's a miracle!" the soldier exclaimed while touching his leg carefully as if the bullet could come back in at any moment.
And then there was a flash of light and a deafening sound.
"Crowley," he whispered when he realized the demon was standing just where the bomb exploded.
He moved quickly, ignoring others, who were wounded. Now, he was praying for a miracle.
"Hello, Angel."