HuskerDust fluff

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Husker was behind the bar, almost falling asleep, as he was waiting for Angel Dust to come back from work. Angel wasn't usually this late; everyone else had gone to bed already.

Husker was snapped awake by the discordant ringing of his phone. The name at the top read 'Angel Dust'.

Husker briskly answered the call.
"Angel, what's up?"
"Hey, Husk," Angel's voice was hoarse, and strained, "c-can you come pick me up?"
"Why? What's wrong?" Worry and concern were evident in Husker's words.
"I- i don't know... it was just a... -long shift in the studio. I'm just tired."
"Where are ya?" Husker reagained his composure slightly.
"Out-outside the studio"
"Hold tight, i'll be there in five"
"Th-thanks"

Husker noticed how Angel hadn't even attempted to be flirtatious, and that meant he was finally listening, or something was wrong. Husker was fully willing to bet anything it was the latter.

He made a mad-dash fir the front door, almost forgetting to pick up a set of car keys, before practically sprinting to the car and jumping in. He clicked the key in place, and he started driving to the 'studio'.

Meanwhile, Angel Dust was sitting on the coarse pavement outside of the 'studio'. He was leaning heavily against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his head resting in his hand. His phone was abandoned, face-down, next to him. He felt like shit. He had a headache that throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and his stomach was knotted tighter than a hangman's noose. He felt cold, too. Cold as an ice cube from a demonic freezer.

Angel barely heard as Husker honked the horn, letting him know he was there.
"Hey, get in, Loser Baby."
Angel looked up, with glassy, and tired eyes. He attempted to stand, but was thrown back against the wall, by a harsh wave of dizziness.

Husker noticed Angel was struggling. He swiftly clambered out of the car, and approached Angel. Husker didn't even think, before he picked up Angel in his arms, bridle style, and started carrying him back to the car. Angel gasped, taken aback, by Husker being so straightforward. However, a few seconds later, he started to relax in Husker's arms. He nuzzled his head against Husker's chest. Husker could feel the sheer heat radiating from Angel's delicate form, and he knew Angel had a fever.

Husker gentky layed Angel Dust across the back seats of the car, letting him get the rest he so desperately needed. Husker got back in the driver's seat, and he practically slammed the door shut, before driving hastily back to the hotel.

Angel tried to sleep in the car, but he kept being jolted awake by the bumpy ride. He groaned, as his stomach knotted more with every bump in the road.

After what felt like all eternity, they arrived back to the hotel. Angel dust likely would've complained all the way there, if he had had enough strength, but his strength was waning quickly. He couldn't even play with the window, which was his favourite thing to do in a car.

Husker wordlessly picked uo Angel Dust back into his arms, struggling to lock the car. These are the moments he wished he had the amount of arms Angel had. He had to get Angel to open the front door, which he did with immense struggle. They eventually clambered into the hotel, the only light left on, was the ones around the bar.

Husker decided he might need a little help, if he didn't want to end up killing himself, or Angel, or both, on the way upstairs, in the dark.
"ALASTOR!! Get down here!!" Husker yelled, regretting it slightly after, since Angel flinched at the sudden sound.

Alastor crept sluggishly in the shadows, a lazy smile plastered on his face.
"What can i help you with, my furry friend?"
He asked, almost tiredly.

"I think that's pretty fucking obvious, unless you're blind. Angel Dust is sick, so help me get him upstairs, at least turn on the lights or something" Husker mutters, bitterly.

Alastor doesn't respond further, instead he turns on all of the lights, and assists Husket in carrying Angel up the stairs.

"Why don't we invest in an elevator?! It would've made this so much easier" Husker complained, tiredly.

Alastor's smile falters slightly, as he feels the heat coming from Angel Dust. He completely ignores Husker's question, slightly concerned for Angel.

Husker and Alastor carry Angel to his roomin complete silence after that.

They both place Angel Dust in his bed. Alastor leaves quickly, but Husker decides to stay with Angel Dust. He tugs the covers up to Angel's chest, feeling the warmth and fluffiness.

Angel had already passed out, as his fever spiked.

Husker practically ran to the bathroom. He picked up a clean flannel, rinsing it generously under the cold tap. He ringed it out, before he returned to Angel's room. He placed the cool damp flannel, on Angel's forehead, to help bring the fever down.

Angel stirrs slightly as the cool cloth touches his forehead.
"Hey, Angel. How're you feeling?" Husker asks softly.
Angel grimaces slightly.
"Ugh... call me Anthony... i hate being called Angel Dust..."
Husker chuckles quietly.
"Okay, Anthony, how're you feeling?"
"... i feel like shit... it's cold in here..."
"It's not cold, you've got a fever"
"...can i have a hug? I feel like shit, and i'm miserable, and i need comfort..."
Husker smirks softly. He wraps his arms gently around Angel, letting him rest against him. Angel rests his head against Husker's chest, feeling comfortable, and comforted, in Huskers arms.

"...i love you..." Angel whispers, before his vision falls into a comforting pit of darkness once more.