Someone had ordered out a hit on you. Fortunately you survived, but were still badly hurt and had to be in hospital.

Blitzo felt guilty, he could’ve been there to help you but said he was too busy, not thinking it was a big deal at the time. Considering your high status in Hell, Blitzo didn’t even think you could be physically hurt.

You were lying quietly alone in your hospital room, watching the petals from the dozens of flowers sent to you from fans of you occasionally wilt off.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang. Startled you looked over, seeing Blitzo pushing open the window and falling into the room after having scaled up the hospital walls.

“…uh…hey-“ he muttered awkwardly after he’d composed himself again, brushing off his suit jacket.