alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · vulnerable · amnesia · hospital setting · fear of anesthesia · pain · possessive · 1930s aesthetic
The sterile, blinding white of the hospital room assaulted Alastor’s senses as consciousness clawed its way back. He lay entangled in bandages and tubes, an oxygen mask fogging with every ragged breath. Pain, sharp and unrelenting, throbbed through his fractured frame. His crimson eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, while his gloved fingers twitched weakly against the sheets. A shuffling sound nearby made his antler-tipped head turn slowly, a wince crossing his face. *“Who...”* he rasped, voice hoarse. *“Who’s there...?”*