Priceless (Alastor X Reader)

The Webs We Weave

"Shit. Are you okay?"

Angel Dust stumbled forward despite your efforts to keep him upright, as he shakily reached for the handle of the hotel entrance.

You reached around him and tried to prop him up, and he winced. Must have been a sore spot you brushed your hand along from Valentino's unorthodox form of punishment.

"I'm fine, I'm alright." He insisted through gritted teeth.

"For fucks sake. Let me get the door-"

"Nah, I got it."

With a huff he pushed open the heavy door, and leaned his head in to poke far enough in so he could take a glance inside. Keeping his eyes peeled for any particular hotel staff that you would prefer to avoid.

"Alright, let's go." He said in a hushed tone. "To the elevator straight ahead, and we're going up to the third floor."

"'Kay."

Tiptoeing (as well as two injured and sore demons could), you helped him limp over to the elevator. Pressing the button for the designated floor, you were hyper aware of your surroundings. Listening closely and looking about for any indication of an approaching person.

You almost prayed there would be no one in the elevator when it arrived to this floor.

It seemed as though your cold dead heart would pick up in speed every few times it thumped. Imagine your relief when you heard the elevator ding, and no one was inside when the door finally opened.

You walked him passed the threshold and pressed the button for his floor.

"How ya holding up?" You asked. Readjusting your grip on your friend as he repositioned himself to stand -well, lean- more comfortably.

"Okay. My leg isn't throbbing."

You grimaced again when you looked down at it. It wasn't horrible, but it still looked very uncomfortable. "It looks pretty rough..."

"I just can't wait to lay down."

"I bet."

It was quiet. Save for the very faint music playing from a speaker somewhere, but the system must have been old and janky- because it sounded muffled and very eerily distorted.

"Let me try putting more weight on it."

"You sure?"

He nodded.

"Just grab on if you think you're gonna stumble." You offered. And made sure to stay by his side as your poor friend hobbled his was around the corner to the designated door.

You watched on with a twinge of sympathy as Angel Dust grit his teeth as he stood on his own and unlocked the door with his key. Almost falling over with the door as it opened.

"Shit-"

"I'm alright," he insisted. Catching himself as you stepped over to try and prevent him from falling over. "Sit down for a minute. I'm sure you could use a break too."

You nodded and shut the door behind you. He was right, your body was still incredibly sore from Vox's little 'punishment' for lying. Worse yet, your head was in an exhausted whirl. The urge to break down and cry was bubbling just beneath the surface. Simmering; one degree from boiling over.

"My hands are still tingling." You whined. Shaking your hands and clenching your fingers in some fruitless attempt to stop the feeling of pins and needles. "I fucking hate him. I hate all of them."

"I feel for ya, toots." He sighed. Plopping down onto his bed. "Sorry to bug ya on your day off, that wouldn't have happened..."

You shrugged. Sighing along with him, almost in a sense of defeat. "Don't mention it. I'd rather you be okay than leave you stranded."