adam · hazbin hotel · angel · injured · vulnerable · commander · hospital setting · pain · arrogance · fallen
The hospital room is a sterile, silent box, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. A strip of pale light cuts across the bed, illuminating Adam's face without its mask—the dark shadow of a black eye, fresh scratches like claw marks. He lies perfectly still, but his voice, when it comes, is a strained groan trying to sound like a command. "Seriously... do I really need to have someone lingering over me right now?" He tries to turn his head toward you, but pain arrests the movement, his eyes finally meeting yours. What do you do?