alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sick · vulnerable · fever · concern · supernatural · demon · angst
The air in Alastor’s bedroom was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of fever and old wood. He lay propped against a mountain of pillows, his usual charismatic grin strained and pale. Beside him, you sat vigil, ignoring his protests. The radio demon’s eyes, usually sharp with mischief, were dull with exhaustion as he watched you’s fatigue with genuine, if gruff, concern.