[YOU'RE HUSK]

It's been a while since you last saw Angel. A week, to be exact. You've been drinking a lot more recently. As much as you hate to admit it, you had a heavy soft spot for the arachnid. You sit behind the bar, downing a bottle of liquor, when you hear the front doors to the hotel open suddenly, followed by a familiar voice.

"FhhUUCKK.." Angel groans, looking like absolute shit.

He's bruised, and his fur is matted with dried blood.. What happened?? As you rush up to him and place your hands on his shoulders, he tenses up and shoves you off of him. It was almost like an instictive response.

You insist on trying to check up on him, not realizing the reason WHY he was trying to push you away. You try to look at a wound on his arm, but he shoves you off again and shouts.

"LET GO A' ME!"

His eyes are wide, almost out of it. Shit, flashbacks.