Every Rose Has its thorn (a Hazbin hotel story)

Chapter 6

It's been a few hours of forced bed rest since Molly came over. Alexander didn't have to work, or more accurately he wasn't allowed to work, no matter how much he tried to convince his Boss he could work again.

It was utter nonsense, he can work. Just because he bumped into a table, spilled a bucket and nearly got impaled by the mop one time doesn't mean anything! He was on painkillers; it wasn't his fault!

But now that Molly's here, Boss and Alexander's mates let her to the caring now. She quite literally stormed in the minute she got off the phone with him and demanded to know where Alexander was. Alexander was actually napping when she came in, and when he opened his eyes to see his angel, she hugged him, lifted him up and bawled. Once she stopped, she scolded him about not running away the minute he had the chance.

He couldn't really blame her, since he's not really one to appear to be able to defend himself. And, if he can easily be subdued by his girlfriend in a play fight, who's to say in real life he wouldn't get something worse?

He does feel guilty about worrying her, after all, they're supposed to be partners. If one hides the fact that they're injured, stability crumbles.

But as much as he loves her, she can be overbearing... She practically put him on bedrest, spoon fed him, helped him clean his wound, and basically does everything she can for him while he's recovering.

He's not helpless, but at the moment he's not allowed to do anything, or go out of his room for that matter. Which is infuriating because he had to basically write a novel of instructions for his mates to care for his garden and the "Special Garden" because they didn't want him to hurt himself more!

It's just a stab wound, why is everyone treating it like he's got a plague?

Alexander feels a weight on his antlers and hears some clicks and chatter. Oli is pacing on his antlers and Alexander laughs when the raven caws loudly.

Oli's been keeping an eye on him too, and recently, he's found out that Oli clicks for Molly whenever Alexander gets out of bed. Traitor.

His phone dings and he turns his attention to it while Oli hops on his antlers and swings down to his back to walk along the bandages.

Charlie had been texting him in these last few hours as well, asking questions about his health, reassuring him about the garden, and just talking.

How's today going? He reads and he looks to the door, Molly hadn't come back yet and her little watcher is on his back hopping to his heart's content.

It could be better. Why do I have to stay bedridden, it's just a stab wound. Alexander texts back and lies his head down, bored. Really, Charlie's the only person that's informing him about the hotel. It's going good, which is great, but apparently Angel did something. Again. He hears a ding.

Dude, once you stop feeling pain, you can go out. Didn't Jackson tell you that? Since when did Jackson and Charlie exchange numbers?

When did you get his number? Alexander's question is swiftly answered.

When Vaggie and I checked up on you. Okay, that's fair. Alexander rolls on his side and he hears Oli chirp. The flutter of feathers and the weight on his ribs, Alexander takes this as an indication that Oli's perching happily on him.

How's everyone doing? Alexander stretches his feet and toes out. He sighs and goes limp.

Angel did something, not sure what, Vaggie won't tell me. She's fine, a little stressed, but fine. Husk drank all the alcohol and keeps buying booze. Niffty is okay, she's fine with her job and she's fun to talk to sometimes. Alexander notices that she's not talking about Alastor.