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Angel lay on the couch in the Hazbin Hotel Lobby, lazily reading one of the magazines Charlie had left out. “How to be a better person in ten easy steps? Pfft.” He flipped through the pages, grinning at an attractive male demon being used as an example image. Maybe this cheesy crap wouldn’t be so bad, if he could manage to jerk off to it.
Boom!
A sudden crash startled Angel, making him leap to his feet and drop the magazine. At first Angel could only see a cloud of dust and wood chips rising up at the bottom of the staircase, but it quickly cleared to reveal Alastor.
“Al? Ya broke the stairs! Charlie’s gonna be pissed!”
Alastor tried to stand, but to Angel’s shock, fell on his backside instead. If it wasn’t so startling Angel would’ve laughed, but instead he found himself frozen. “A-Al? You okay?”
The radio demon reached for his leg, then ripped something shiny out of it with a groan.
“Get Charlie.” Alastor’s voice was scratchy and strange, completely devoid of radio static.
“Can’t, ain’t nobody here but me.” Angel looked down at the shiny object, hesitantly approaching and snatching it up. The object was long and thin, topped with a red marker like a pom-pom. Angel recognized the long body of the object as a needle, and he frowned. “You got drugged? Looks like a tranq.”
Alastor again tried to rise to his feet, clinging to the rail and shaking violently. He actually made it upright, but crashed onto his knees as soon as he tried to take a step. “I was passing through an area where a low level turf war was occuring. I informed one of the fighters that I couldn’t c-care less about his s-stupid little territory dispute and he sh-shot me anyway.”
Despite doing his best to keep himself together, Alastor was clearly deteriorating quickly. Angel tossed the dart aside and crouched beside the deer demon with one hand extended.
“C’mon, I’ll help ya to your room.”
“Don’t touch me.” Alastor growled and tried to move away.
As soon as the radio demon tried to get away, his body completely relaxed and he collapsed, eyes wide with shock.
Angel grabbed him by the shoulders, alarmed. “Al? Holy shit he’s double dead! Charlie’s gonna kill me!”
He almost screamed when Al blinked, but managed to chuck Al back onto the floor instead.
“Ow! I’m not dead. I just- I cannot move.”
If this had been almost anyone else, Angel would probably make fun of them, or mak\de them slap themselves or something else just as childish. But this felt different. Part of it was the tiny little crush Angel still nursed in the back of his mind sometimes, but mostly? Mostly it felt wrong to tease Alastor. There was pure terror boiling over in his eyes, and Angel could see his fingers twitching helplessly against the hardwood floor.
“Oops, sorry.” Angel hesitated. “Er, I’m gonna pick you up. I know ya don’t want me to but I ain’t just leaving you here.”
Seemingly resigned, Alastor tried to hum a line of radio static but instead made a weak noise. “Just do not drop me again.”
Angel cringed. “Yeah well don’t act dead and scare me again then.” He knew that wasn’t Alastor’s fault, but still. That had been creepy as hell, how else was he supposed to react?
Angel slipped two arms under Alastor’s shoulders, and his other two under his knees, preparing to carry him bridal style up the stairs.
Oh right- the bottom part of the stairs was destroyed. Angel thought he could probably jump the gap, but he didn’t want to risk it while carrying Alastor. “Hey Al, I can’t get to your room.”
Alastor’s face twitched spasmodically, one eye shutting. “I can- can- help!” he stiffened, and one arm lifted slightly before falling back to his side.
Nothing happened. Angel waited another minute while Alastor twisted and jerked uselessly before turning away from the stairs. “Looks like no powers right now. It’s no big- my room is on this floor, you can just rest there until you feel better.”
Alastor looked just as happy about this as he had been about Angel touching him at all, but he also didn’t have much of a choice. The lack of powers was clearly adding to his fear, and Angel found himself wondering if he could help, or if he should not mention it at all. As Angel carried him, Alastor’s face rested against his chest fur, and Angel could’ve sworn his face turned red. Better not read too much into it… Angel quickened his step.
Reaching his room, Angel let himself in and considered his options. The bed would cozier, but Alastor would likely be more comfortable in the chair to start. Angel set him down and arranged his limbs, finally noticing that one of Alastor’s pant legs was covered in blood. Rolling up the cloth revealed a puncture wound from the dart, still bleeding down Alastor’s leg.
“So I got some news and you ain’t gonna like it.”
Alastor tried to look down at his leg, but couldn’t manage more than a slight eye movement. “What is it?”
“You’re bleeding. Not a ton but I still gotta bandage it. And it’s all over your pants but I don’t want blood all over my room, so the pants gotta go.” Alastor choked on his protests and Angel held his hands up placatingly. “Don’t worry I’m not gettin ya naked! I’ve got tons of pajamas you can use.”
Angel sorted through his large wardrobe, feeling a little enjoyment at the idea of dressing Alastor in whatever he wanted. There were some outfits in the closet that he would kill to Alastor in… yet Angel knew that as fun as it would be, now was not the time to treat Alastor like his personal barbie doll.
Much to Alastor’s clear relief, Angel soon emerged with a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. They were pink and sparkly, and the tank top said ‘ride me’ in massive glittery letters, but it could’ve been far worse.
Once Alastor was bandaged and re-dressed, Angel moved him to the bed and propped him up with pillows.
“Let’s watch somethin, eh? I got lotsa stuff! I got ‘Die Hard’, I got ‘Megamind’, I got ‘Terminator’, I might even have one of those old black and white movies you like- Al?”
Angel looked over and smiled fondly; the tranquilizer had finally knocked him out. Of all the people in hell that could have found Alastor in this state, he was lucky that it was Angel. The spider demon pulled a blanket over his friend’s shivering form.
Deciding on ‘Die Hard’, Angel popped in the movie and turned the volume down low. He loved the movie, but it was also a bit of a joke since he’d once starred in a porno by the same name.