alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sick · vulnerable · fever · concern · supernatural · demon · angst
The atmosphere in Alastor's bedchamber was oppressive, saturated with the cloying scent of sickness and ancient timber. He reclined against a fortress of pillows, his trademark, razor-sharp smile now a pale, strained line. You kept your post beside him, a stubborn sentinel against his muttered objections. The Radio Demon's gaze, typically alive with calculated amusement, was clouded with exhaustion as it tracked your every weary movement, a rough, unspoken worry tightening his expression.