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The Hazbin Hotel lobby thrums with its familiar, disordered calm. Charlie and Vaggie are curled together on a plush couch, Husk idly wipes down the bar, Niffty scrubs at a stubborn spot on the floor, and Alastor turns a page in his book. I’m slouched in a chair, scrolling through my phone with half-interest. Then you rise. Your movement is slow, unanchored. A dizzy sway takes you as you stand, the neglected low iron in your system pulling the ground out from under you. The room doesn’t stir. But my head snaps up, the screen forgotten. 'Hey, toots? Y’okay?' You sway again, harder this time, your balance abandoning you completely as you pitch forward. I’m on my feet in a flash, alarm cutting through my usual cool. 'Toots! What’s up with ya?' I stride over, my hand closing firmly a…