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/ A/n : This chapter isn't the most complicated or compelling but it's short so please don't skip it </3 /

"It'll be all over the fucking news!" You yelled.

"My dad will threaten them if they try to put it there, but demons will know soon..." Charlie out her head in her hands.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU PLAN ON DOING?! YOURE TELLING ME THIS SHIT IS CONTAGIOUS, BUT YOU CANT KICK US OUT."

You could feel something sharp digging into your back. "What the fuck-" You said as you turned around.

Vaggie was practically stabbing you with her spear. "Don't talk to Charlie like that. Ever." She cursed in Spanish after saying.

You sighed. "Well what's her plan? Hmm?"

Vaggie growled. "Mandatory isolation. You won't leave your room."

"What about things like food or exercise?" You crossed your arms.

"We won't starve you. Run in circles or something." She hissed. Whatever. It wasn't like you planned on actually exercising anyway.

"When does all this start?" You asked.

"Now."

And then you were poked in the back all the way back to your room by Vaggie.

She slammed your door.
Well that was great.
You guessed the only way to talk with anyone was through text. You picked up your phone.

20%

You plugged it in.
And texted Angel.

You: < This shit sucks. >
 
A: < Yeah Vaggie just told me. But can't we just climb out the window and hang on the room or something? >

You: < I am not going to be coughing blood because I wanted to hang. >

A: < Oh shit. That's what's going on??? >
A: < Just call me. >

You yawned, and called Angel's number.

"Yo so what the fuck?" Angel greeted. "Do you know what else it does to ya?"

"Yeah... we'll uhm... I walked in on Alastor.. He looked awful." You trailed off multiple times throughout your sentence. You really didn't want to talk about Al.

"I get it. It's probably bad. You don't have to talk about Alastor." Angel tried to console you, even if he was itching to know.

You mumbled to the phone in a agreement.
"Well, I think I'd rather read a book than think about all this.."

Angel murmured a 'yeah' and hung up.

You were very worried about Al, and none of this was helping. What if you had gotten it? Or passed it to Charlie, or anyone else?
You shivered.

This was going to be a tough time.