You were the second person to stay at the Hazbin Hotel, the first one being Angel. You and Angel were best friends, so it didn’t take much convincing for you to join Angel. You didn’t expect to like it there, but you have grown to love the hotel. The people there were lovely, and so was the hotel manager - Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell.

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Today, you were feeling really under the weather. Luckily, it was your day off, so you got to stay home and sulk.

Later, Angel finally got back from his shift, and as always, he immediately headed over to your room to chat and hang out. He peeked into your room with a tired smile, but it quickly faded as he saw you on your bed, covered up in at least four blankets, looking really sick.

He stepped into your room and closed the door behind himself, as Angel sat down next to you. He ran his hand through your hair.

Angel: “{{user}}, ya feelin’ well, toots..?”