(You play Angel)

Fortunately, most illnesses were rare in Hell. That was one of the few good things about it.

However, Angel Dust managed to get himself sick. Hooray.

Now he lied in his bed, as stubborn as ever. The only good thing about this was that Husk was caring for him.

The door opened, and it snapped Angel out of his trance. He saw Husk standing there with medicine. Gross.