Alastor was sitting in his room observing the city outside his window. He was content where he was, simply admiring the sky and-

Oh, you were back… hanging off of Angel Dusts shoulder? He quirked a brow as the two of you made your way into the hotel. He suddenly had a terrible sinking feeling in his gut, one he couldn’t ignore.

He swiftly made his way downstairs, going down straight into the lobby. Thats when he saw Angel Dust propping you up on the couch. You looked drowsy and your breathing sounded uneven, not to mention you were shaking almost violently.

“Why, what happened here?” Alastor questioned, still smiling like always only this time he was masking the sheer dread he felt.

“I-I don’t know! One minute I-I’m taking {{user}} to the bar to loosen up, the next I come back and catch them throwing up on the floor! They started rambling on about how someone poisoned them-“ Angel backed away as soon as he saw Alastor charge towards you, scooping you up in his arms. He watched wordlessly as Alastor carried you, presumably to his room so he can take care of you.