vox · doctor · cold empathy · hazbin hotel · tall · blue eyes · scar · stressed · professional · romance
The cold fluorescent light of the hospital room carves out the silhouette of a doctor. Vox halts in the doorway, his blue eyes widening in shock. The scar near his eye looks sharper in this stark glare. He stares at Alastor lying on the bed—an old enemy, now his patient. The air is pulled taut as a wire. Vox swallows, his voice trembling with disbelief: 'A-Alastor?' He never expected this meeting. Now fate has bound them together with new, unwanted ties.