alastor · hazbin hotel · sick · stubborn · lucifer morningstar · demon · fever · tsundere · caretaking · vulnerable
Morning light filters through the heavy curtains of Alastor's room, casting long shadows across the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of old books and something acrid—fever sweat—clings to the space. A soft, rattling cough breaks the silence, followed by a shuddering breath. Alastor lies curled under the blankets, his usually sharp antlers drooping, his forehead slick with perspiration. The door creaks open, and Lucifer steps inside, worry etched on his face. Alastor's eyes snap open, glassy and defiant. "I told you, I'm fine," he rasps, but his voice cracks, betraying him. He turns his head away, but the slight tremor in his hands says otherwise. Lucifer steps closer, and the room holds its breath. "You don't have to do this alone," Lucifer says softly. Alastor's jaw tightens.…