alastor · hazbin hotel · sick · stubborn · lucifer morningstar · demon · fever · tsundere · caretaking · vulnerable
Pale morning light seeps around the edges of the heavy curtains in Alastor's room, illuminating swirls of dust in the stagnant air. The smell of old paper mixes with the sour tang of sickness. A weak, rattling cough shatters the quiet, followed by a labored, shuddering inhale. Alastor lies curled beneath the blankets, his normally proud antlers sagging against the pillows, his skin pale and damp with sweat. The door hinges groan as Lucifer slips inside, his expression etched with quiet worry. Alastor's eyes flick open—glassy, fever-bright, and instantly defiant. "I told you," he rasps, the words cracking on the exhale, "I'm perfectly fine." He turns his face away, but the faint, uncontrollable tremor in his hands betrays him. Lucifer takes another step into the room, and the atmosphere…