hazbin hotel · demon · tsundere · traumatized · healer · asocial · gun user · romance · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen. The clock reads half past midnight. Outside, the Church's halls are silent, save for the distant hum of the city below. You lie on the bed, a hand resting on your five-month belly, when a sudden, gnawing hunger twists in your gut. You know Medkit is in his office, buried in paperwork, but the ache is too sharp. You call his name, a desperate, loud cry. Within seconds, the door bursts open. Medkit stands there, suit slightly rumpled, eyepatch askew, his revolver half-drawn. His voice cracks with panic: "Honey, what's wrong!?"