Why... || Alastor Angst

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This came out fast lol. Tyy for reading this pooks!

TW:

-SH
-Drugs
-OOC characters
-Gore
-Mentions of suicide

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Nobody's POV

Rosie pulled him close as he shivered, pulling away when she felt wetness coating her blouse. She looked down and saw that Alastor's chest was covered in blood, the smell infiltrating her nostrils as Alastor was knocked unconscious by the blood loss. Rosie lay him gently on the bed, removing his coat and shirt, trying to find the source of the ruby red liquid.

Upon taking off his shirt, she was faced with blood-soaked bandages covering his entire torso and less bloody ones coating his arms like gloves. He did it again... Rosie slowly and carefully took off the bandages covering his wrists, wincing at the sight of the deep cuts oozing blood that littered his forearm.

She turned her focus to the mass of bandages that was his chest, gently removing them one by one, until she could see the gaping hole in his stomach. Oh, Alastor... He shouldn't be alive with a cut like that. She quickly teleported home, grabbing some medical supplies, before returning to his room. She cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged the wound.

She opened the door to his wardrobe, trying to find better clothes to put him in, but she could only find duplicates of the suit he always wore. She returned to her house yet again, grabbing some track pants and a jumper that Alastor used to have while living at her place.

After she got him into them, he started waking up. 'W-what..?'
'Hey Al, as your doctor, I sentence you to 1 week of bed rest.'
'Why?'
'Because you're hurt.'

'Nuh uh.'
'FUCK YOU MEAN 'NUH UH'????'
Alastor's ears pressed against his head as they heard footsteps outside.
'Hey, Rosie? Al? I heard ya screaming, is everything aight in there?'

'Of course Angel! Everything's fine.'
Rosie glared at Al. She said in a hushed voice, 'I know about your precious ego, so I'll keep this secret from the other residents.'
'Appreciated.'

'Does anyone know?'
'Uhm- Niffty kinda?'
'OK.'

'Ok, now why don't you tell me why you did this to yourself.' She picked up one of his wrists.
'Well... It started in the battle...'
She nodded.
'Adam got me... that's the stomach wound.'
She nodded, growing increasingly concerned.
'And I had to retreat.'

She nodded, confused.
'And then Adam killed Sir Pentious and destroyed the hotel...'
Understanding dawned on her face.
'Oh Alastor, It isn't your fault, you know?'

'B-but-'
'No.'
He looked away, not convinced.
'Hey Rosie? Can you go into that drawer,' He pointed to a drawer, 'and grab the phone inside for me?'

'Sure, Al! But I thought you hated phones.' She dug out the phone and walked back.
'I did, but then Vox gave me that along with an offer to become friends.'
Rosie's eyebrows shot off her head. 'Really?'

'Yeah.' Alastor tapped away at the screen, entering his password and opening messages. He saw that he had the numbers of all the staff in the hotel, as well as Rosie's, Vox's and Velvette's.
He clicked on the 'Hazbin hotel group chat' and saw this:

Angel: I DO PULL GUYS!!!!!
Vaggie: WELL I PULL GIRLS SO THERE!!!

He smiled and responded with:

Alastor: I pull push doors :>
Angel: Alastor wtf???
Alastor: Yep.
Vaggie: Alastor that's a bit weird. also since when did you have a phone?
Alastor: 2 days ago vox gave it to me.
Vaggie: VOX????
Alastor: Bye ヾ(•ω•')o