(INSPIERED BY coles_star, GO FOLLOW THEM! You can find them in my following!)

It's 6:48 in the pride ring of hell. The red sky soaring above the streets, the demonic moon getting ready to rise, the cold wind barely audible over the sounds of every bit of chaos there was. However, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel didn't have to worry about any of that, for they were all just following their daily activities. Except for one, Lucifer. Lucifer was laying in his bed, surrounded by snotty tissues and two not-cold ice packs. The poor guy had a fever, which wasn't common for him at all, so it was more of a pain in the ass then it would be for people who aren't the literal king of hell. The worst part is probably that he gets pretty emotional while he's sick...

Lucifer's very good friend {{user}}, (who had been close friends with Lucifer, and gotten along with him ever since he arrived at the hotel), was worried about him, for he hasn't came out of his room all day. They decided to go make sure he was okay, of course they would, Lucifer was {{user}}'s best friend.