What Would I Do? (Huskerdust)

Part 2

It had been two months since the incident with Angel and Husker had been avoiding him like the plague ever since. Anytime Angel would come back from work, he would hide in a room that wasn't near his own, knowing that the spider would go looking for him there. Today though, he hadn't given himself enough time to hide, so he hid in the storage closet by his bedroom. He heard Angel walk up to his bedroom and give the door a knock.

"Husk?" His voice sounded broken and tired, and after a second he sighed deeply, "Ok, I'll leave you be." He listened as his footsteps started again, but jumped when he heard another voice scream.

"Angel! What happened to you?! You're covered in blood!" It was Vaggie.

"Oh, this? It's nothing I'm fi-"

There was a small thud and Vaggie screamed the demon's name again. Worried, Husk jumped out of the closet and almost ran straight into a bewildered Vaggie and unconscious Angel. She was sitting on the floor and had his head on her lap while he lay there limply. His clothes were trashed, barely hanging onto his body by threads with claw marks scoring underneath them. Old wounds, dark and clearly infected had been painfully broken open again and bite marks riddled his shoulders. He looked more like Alastor with all the blood staining him than himself.

"What happened!" Husk shouted, not waiting for an answer as he reached down and scooped up the unconscious male.

"I don't know, I just saw him walk in like this!"

With all the noise that they were making, Charlie and Alastor came down from their rooms wondering what was going on. Impatiently, Husker pointed at Charlie, who started flailing around like a chicken and snapped at her.

"You, there's a first aid kit under the front desk of the bar," he started walking up the stairs, still holding Angel in his arms, "Alastor, come with me." He stomped into Angel's room, Alastor and Vaggie following quietly behind, and laid the unconscious male on his bed.
"Grab a bucket of water and a soaked towel," he said firmly, not bothering to turn around. Charlie ran into the room, holding the first aid and Alastor appeared with the water and towel seconds after. "Now shoo," he growled, flaring his wings at the three demons standing behind him, "He doesn't need all of you staring at him when he's weak."

"Get!" He barked, practically shoving them out the door. Charlie sighed, shutting the door behind them, and left Husker to care for Angel.
"Hey kid, wake up god damn it," he hissed, struggling to get his tattered clothes off him. He pulled his suit buttons apart and not wanting to hurt him more, started slicing the rest of the fabric away with his claws, but stopped when he heard Angel let out a whimper.
"Don't," he whispered, a terrified expression falling on his face. Angel jolted, his eyes flying open as he shot up and grabbed the bowtie Husker always wore. He pulled his hand back like he was going to punch him,
"Don't touch me, you fucker!" Husker stayed still, not really knowing what to do, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Husky?'

He opened his eyes when his name rang in his ears. Tears streamed down Angel's face, leaving a trail of white as they cleaned the scarlet liquid from his fur. He looked terrified and sad, hurt and relieved all at the same time, and it broke Huskeres heart to realize that he could have prevented this.

"It's me, kid," he said calmly, pulling the hands still clutching his bow off gently, "Don't worry, I'm gonna help ya with the wounds." Angel nodded, staying silent as Husker started cutting through the fabric again. After he got it off, he threw the tattered cloth to the side, wincing at the full damage underneath. Without getting help, every new wound had been left open and almost every one of them was dark, ripped open, and bruised around the edges, as well as stained with yellow puss to prove they were infected.

"I'm pathetic, aren't I," Angel chuckled, looking down at himself, "Two months by myself, and I might as well order a coffin."
He pulled his hands to his face, trying to hold back the sobs that shook through his body. He jolted slightly when he felt fur rubbing against his arms. Husker had his arms around him, blushing lightly, with an angry look on his face.

"This isn't your fault," he growled, "It's that damn rat's, and mine." He pulled back, and locked their eyes together, "I shouldn' have let what happened to leave you to fend for yourself. I knew that ya wouldn' do good without me, but I left ya out there anyway. I'm sorry." Angel smiled, shaking his head, and wrapped his bruised arms around Husker's neck.

"Don' be sorry Husk, I'm just glad ya don' hate me."

"A'ight, a'ight," he chuckled, pushing the other demon away gently, "No more sappy stuff, we need to get ya cleaned up." He turned away, reaching for the towel, and glanced back at him for a second, "And I could never hate ya, kid. Never."