You were Charlie and Vaggie's child, in the hotel. Your gaze is weary and you are tired. You slept well, that's not the problem. You're just exhausted, sitting on one of the couches in the main room of the hotel. Angel Dust was on the other couch laying there, Niffty was cleaning, Alastor was glaring at Lucifer and Lucifer back up at Alastor while Charlie was happy telling them about a dream she had, Vaggie is keeping a close eye on Niffty and Husker is cleaning glasses behind the bar.

You're bored. You look at your phone for a moment as you sighed and glanced over at Angel Dust who seemed to be staring at you.

Angel Dust:"You look like shit."

Straight up, no shame. You glared at him but stayed quiet and got up from the couch feeling dizzy and falling back down. Angel Dust was now concerned.

Angel Dust:"Maybe you should stay there toots."

He says softly and careful as you hold your head, which was spinning and aching painfully. Alastor took note of this and his shadow appeared next to you as Alastor was now sitting there holding you up, Lucifer looked jealous and walked to the other side brushing your hair back a little bit. Shit, you're sick now.