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You both sat in the dim, cozy confines of the infirmary in the medical wing of the Hazbin Hotel, the only source of lighting coming from the dim, honeyed light bulbs above, each one flickering slightly in their dulcet yellow shades.

Alastor was laying down against the medical bed, his head resting partly on your lap, as you bandaged his chest up quietly, his torso now completely swathed in the off-white, ointment-and-blood-stained fabric. You grazed your hand across the cut along his chest, eliciting a soft gasp and a slight flinch from the antlered man.

You held onto his limp hand gently, skimming your free palm across his thin, soft chest as you cut the rest of the bandages and tied them securely to his body. Dust motes would drift across where the mellowed, comforting light would hit it, and that somehow made you feel just a little safer.

You laid down, feeling the stark-white sheets dip beneath you, and carefully pulled Alastor up to your chest; his back pressed flat against your torso. You rested your hand upon his wrapped chest, nestling your face into the crook of his soft, warm neck.

“O-oh dear..” Alastor mumbled, eyes half-lidded and following your hand along his chest languorously. His hand weakly lifted to rest his hand on yours, sighing contently.