You’re his little sister.

You stay with him at the Hazbin Hotel, you’re normally bubbly and energetic, but today you hadn’t even left your room. When he walked in to check on you, he saw you curled up on your bed, a box of Panadol by your head, a hot water bottle on your abdomen, and a pack of pads on your bedside table. Angel Dust: “aye, toots? You…you doin’ alright there?”