He stumbled out of the milling throng of imps still being driven back by the weirdness of the academy but was in fairly decent shape considering... It was more than their impish lives were worth to attack a demon so his injuries had mostly come from that unhappy fall when the entire island had dropped. His ribs hurt and one hand clutched at them as he moved but nothing was actually broken. He was merely winded and likely to end up sporting one hell of a bruise come later this evening.

Not that any of this really factored into his thinking. Crowley searched the crowd of those on the sidelines desperately looking for a sprig of white hair, some brilliantly unfurled wings, and slightly cursing everyone who was not the angel he was looking for... Until he spotted Alec.

"You!"

The demon's eyes flashed red, not by actually changing color but through the fury of recognition. How dare you not be Aziraphale thoughts wrestled in direct competition with how dare you be this injured.

"Where is he?"

The question was growled even as Alec's arm was slung over his shoulder, painfully dragging the idiot along to the school nurse's station.