Everyone in Hell Stops And Listens to See If Angel Dust Is Dying

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It was unfortunate, really, ironic too.

Everyone was in the other room, whispering about Angel and his mysterious illness.

"Is he dying?" Nifty suggested. And if you asked him, it felt like he was.

He pulled the blankets up over his head as Husk stood and watched him, sitting on his bright yellow vanity chair.

Fat Nuggets was lying by his head, licking his nose every three seconds.

Husks hands were drifting over Angels face like a mosquito, trying to land somewhere comfortable, but fluttering away shyly. 

"Shit" Husk murmured, wiping his brow and peering at Angels stomach. It was rotating up and down as Angel struggled to breath.

"Husk...Am I dying?" Husk sighed. "Your already dead motherfucker" He joked, but this was no joking matter, something was seriously wrong.

Angel looked at his hands with glossy eyes. "What's wrong with me?" He asked, leaning into his hands. 

"Your gonna be fine...its probably just the flu"

Husk was lying to himself, this much Angel knew.

Husk peered at Angel, "what happened, exactly?"

Angel winced, trying to sit up, "well, I asked Val for water, and he said 'no brat' so I yelled at him and then I think he waterboarded me? Then started to push me against the wall, he bruised my rib I think and-"Wait what was that last part?"

Angel tilted his head, confused, "He bruised my rib?"

Husk shook his head, "no, no, he waterboarded you?"

Angel nodded, grabbing his stomach, he felt nauseous 

Husk looked Angel over one more time, his lungs did not sound very good...they were raspy.

"You have mesothelioma" Husk breathed, "Its an illness in your lung tissue, its-" Husk was about to say 'fatal' but...

"Its permanent but you'll be fine" 

He may have lied but, he wanted to protect Angel from the truth. He had twelve months to live, and he wanted him to spend every last minute of it enjoying himself. 

Hi, Bri here.

I know what your thinking: "Bri they're already dead he cant die again-"BUT HE CAN

If you die from a lung related illness,  (like if your killed by angelic weapons), you will just cease to exist :)

That's my personal HC

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"Angel!" Angel stumbled down the stairs to see Husk waiting. "You ready for that date?" Angel laughed, "You look so handsome!" He teased.

Husk reached out a hand and Angel took it, wheezing sharply.

The two walked together hand in hand to one of the Soubways across town. They split a foot long and laughed and talked.

"I wanted to be a magician when I was a kid-how crazy is that?"

Angel laughed, taking a bite out of his side of the sandwich. "Do you know any tricks?" Husk nodded briskly, taking a slice of sandwich.

"Watch, this is really impressive" He grabbed the sandwich with both hands and whispered.

"You see this sandwich? Im gonna make it disappear in 3...2.." Angel waited eagerly to see the magic trick.

"1!" with that, Husk stuffed the entire thing in his mouth and swallowed it. It wasnt that impressive, considering it was a thin slice, but Angel was laughing and clapping.

Suddenly, the laughing stopped, and Angel started to gasp for air.

He started to cough and he clutched his throat, his breath shortening.

"Sorry" he sighed after ten minutes of Husk trying to reach out and help, but Angel pushing him away.

"Im fine, im fine" He sighed, taking a sip of water.

His stomach looked so thin, almost weightless.

"Let's go back to the hotel" Husk breathed, leaning over and taking Angels  hand.

"I want you to be ok".

Angel sighed and stood up "I am kinda tired, lets head back"

They walked back to the hotel, and Angel went to his room. Not before stopping and kissing Husk on the cheek.

"goodnight Whiskers!" He coughed, closing the door.

Suddenly, Charlie appeared behind Husk, face concerned. "It's 4 PM" she sighed.

"Im well aware" Husk sighed, turning to Charlie. "I hope he'll be ok" it was almost a whisper.

Husk trudged back to the bar, thinking about Angel. God, he couldnt get his mind off of Angel.

What if he ceased to exist?

What if they found a cure? 

What if he doesnt actually have mesothelioma?

Thoughts swirled around Husks head like a blizzard, but none more disturbing than

Will Angel still love me if he finds out the truth?

BOOM

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