Thoughts all around

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POV: Alastor

It's all so...stuffy like his head was filled to the brim with cotton with lingering dull pain, but was not of concern for him. "Mmmm...we're?..what happened?...Wait?! Did someone find me!" He immediately sat up from the gran Queen sized bed that made him even more dumbfounded. Were or who kidnapped him? No! I'm not kidnapped haha that's ridiculous one of the hotel gang must have found...me..? " That Fucking excuse of an angel!"

His temper was rising, making his eyes dial and antlers grow. But was cut off when he remembered his grave injury on himself. Looking down he saw he was on some sorts of pj's, red velvet buttoned up long sleeve ones. His spine just crawled at the thought of someone any less anybody touching him to put on new clothes on him! "Ok let's...(sighs) see the mess shall we"

Beginning to unbutton his pj's. Was greeted with a large wound neatly clean off of the buckets of blood that he was spilling, was surprised he hadn't gone lights out before. "Are this?...stitches glowing?Hmmm from what I remember the king did say angels were the only ones that could heal these angelic wounds. So..I guess it makes scenes in a way." Sitting there he ran his fingertips on his stitches wanting to rip them up knowing that this just makes him be in debt to someone even without making a deal and out of all people it had to be the pathetic king of hell. I can't stand him, he's going to gloat about it when he sees him again!

"Well he didn't do a good job at all cause I can still feel some form of pain lingering, it's like a painful little itch that you can't do nothing about, a tad annoying I'll be honest" he then looked around the gran elegant red theme room, and saw a paper note on the bedside table that read.

Dear Alastor:

If you wake up and I'm not there DO NOT get out of bed you NEED to REST! Wait until I come back cause we're probably fixing up the new hotel. Also no, no one knows that you're here or I'm healing you so you can calm your ass down about seeming weak to the others. They just think you're missing. I did what I could with your wound and I must say...not bad in taking all that pain, bit impressed I can give you that.

PS: I put Mrs.Doc to keep watch while I'm gone plus to give his healing vibes to you >:3

What on earth are the weird symbols in the end?...goodness me that's why I hate the modern era making everything so confusing. "At least the others dont know I'm here...wait?..does that mean I'm in his home?!" Now that the thought is out of his head he started to stand up. Oh I'm sure going to snoop around " what a idiotic ruler he is letting his guard down for others in hell hahaha what an absu-" sentence cut by his red eyes landing on a yellow thing on the counter " is that..the duck?!...ahmm'' he carefully picked it up like it would do something other than just be a rubber duck. " Mrs.Doc huh...must the king be childish leaving me with a toy duck to..what was it, oh yeah look out for my health...adorable~" he cooed at the small thing which was decorated with a doctor's coat, with that silly cylinder head piece and a mini pill bottle on the side of its tucked wing.

Alastor must admit he found it endearing for some reason but is not sure why. With that out of the way he just tucked the ducky on the left side pocket of his long sleeve outfit. "Let the tour begin shall we hehe. What secrets can I find my sire" he can't help himself from smiling with content knowing he might find good stuff to potentially use on his dear little king.
 
The first few mins were just other guest rooms and himself admiring the such royal aesthetic of a real palace. "I must say his humble abode is majestic and I wouldn't mind having something like this for myself...Oh! Is that our majesty's cardors?! How delightful! Off we go~" humming along to finally get to something import- "Say what now!?!..." mountains No must he say rivers of rubber ducks! Sprawled every inch of the room. "Ahmmm...I..just why?" he scurried through the barrage of ducks to get to the center.

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