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Niffty sighed when she opened the door.
Alastor was curled up on the floor by his bed. He wasn't shaking, but he wasn't moving either. Wasn't even breathing.
“Alastor?”
Alastor flinched. He mumbled something she couldn't hear. She kicked the door shut and came closer.
“What?”
Alastor raised his voice. “I opened my eyes and you know what the first thing I thought was?”
Niffty was silent. Giving him space.
“That I needed to clean his wretched bedroom. That I needed to be a good wife. It never stops -”
Alastor's voice broke on that last word, and he fell silent.