The birdie on the radio said...[Radiodust]

Healing

Alastor woke up with Angel sleeping right next to him. This time, when he woke up, he didn't feel like running to the toilet to vomit. He pulled out of Angel's grip. He rubbed his head while stretching and sat there for a moment. Angel woke up and draped his arms over the deer's shoulders.
"Mornin' sunshine..." Angel softly whispered, making Alastors ears twitch.
The deer demon shivered. He got up. "I need to go to the doctors... I feel horrible. " Alastor said in a pained whisper.
The spider looked concerned. "What's wrong baby...?" Alastor sighed and got up, not bothering to answer the question.
"I'm not sure yet... but I'll find out soon enough." He turned around. "I'll tell you everything when I get back." He said with his smile. Angel softly smiled in return.
"Okay, smiles."

....................................................................

The streets of hell are warm, scorching even to those alive but pleasant some days for those who have died and were cast to the underground.

The building more often than not seemed to warp to the viewer, fish eye.

Alastor was running down the street, breathing steady, and his shoes stomped on the ground. He tried to keep his traditional smile intact. But as he ran into the hotel, turning the corner to his room, he slammed the door shut and sobbed.

"Oh satan...! This can't be possible...!" He whined. There was a knock at the door.

"Al! It's Angel! What's wrong?!" Alastor hesitated. He decided, with he information he just learned, it would be best to see the flamboyant man.

He creaked the door open. Angel gasped, seeing his smile was nonexistent.

"Oh baby..." He whispered as he was pet inside. "What happened? What did the doctor say?"

Alastor sobbed softly. "I... I can't tell you...!" He broke down the ground.

"Smiles, you promised..." Angel insisted.

"I-I know..! But I thought I was just sick, but I'm not just sick.." He stammered.

"I'm..."