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Alastor stumbled into the hotel, swaying from left to right, not quite in his right mind. He tried to get his legs to move him to the couch, calling on his shadow to help him. Somehow his shadow wasn't responding..?
His vision was double, his mind couldn't focus and his limbs left like he was carrying tons of steel by just lifting a leg. Alastor's eyes tried to close on him. He couldn't. Just a few more steps until he'd reach the couch.
The dizziness got worse, his stomach doing flips. He tried lifting his right leg but the left gave out and before he knew it he was falling to the floor. Luckily, he was close enough to the couch to half fall on it. His upper torso and arms leaning on top the seating of the couch. He tried to get up, but he was too tired. His eyes started drooping more and more.
Just... gotta rest for... just a minute...
But before he knew it, he fell into the sleep bliss of unconsciousness.
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Angel woke up to the snoring of Fat Nuggets after a long night of shoots. His limbs ached and he would gladly just fall asleep again. He looked to the right to see his clock show it was 5:17AM. He tried to turn around to fall back asleep, but he was wide awake now. He sighed and sat up on the edge of his bed. Fat Nuggets was still fast asleep and snoring. Angel smiled at the scene.
Angel slipped on some loafers so his feet wouldn't get cold and put on his bath robe. He made sure to tuck Fat Nuggets, so he wouldn't get cold while he was away.
Walking down the halls of the hotel, he made sure to be as quiet as possible, to not wake up the others.
As he walked down the stairs, he noticed the front door was open. He paused for a moment, not sure if someone who wasn't supposed to be here got in or if someone just forgot to close it. Angel decided on the latter, moving towards the door to close it. He shrugged and walked over to the kitchen to grab himself some water. He emptied a glass before refilling it and taking it with him to the common area.
Angel stopped when he got close to the couch, seeing two black and red shoes sticking out. He took a slight step to the right to see more of the person there, before audibly gasping and putting his hand to his mouth. His eyes blown wide.
"Al..?" He almost ran over to him. "Al!" Angel shook his shoulder, his face being hidden. "Alastor!" He tried to turn his head, when he finally managed to see his face, his heart sank.
His eyes were closed and he looked like shit. For a moment Angel couldn't tell if the man was actually still alive... There was a pink liqued dripping from his mouth, Angel already knew what happened to him. Angel's breathing quickened behind the hand covering his mouth. He walked a few steps back and ran to Charlie's room.
The legs beneath him almost giving out multiple times as he ran up the stairs as fast as he could, bumping into the wall as he ran around the corner into the hall.
He burst through the door. "CHARLIE! I NEED YOU DOWN, NOW." He shook Charlie awake who was extremely confused and tired. "What..? Why.... what's-" But Angel interupted her before she could finish her sentence. "It's Al." Her eyes widened and he sat up immediately. "What?" She said sternly. Angel dragged her out of bed by her wrist. Charlie, still in her pajamas, quickly ran after him.
When they finally got close enough to the couch to see the legs sticking out, Charlie yelled out Alastor's name in horror.
"Al!" She shook him hard by the shoulders, "Al! You gotta wake up!" His eyes cracked open ever so slightly. Charlie redoubled her efforts. "C'mon, Al."
A soft groan left him mouth and Charlie stopped shaking him. "Al...?" Angel stood behind her, his hand over his mouth and his eyes wide.
Alastor lifted his head but it fell backwards because of how weak he still was from the love drug. He tried lifting his head again, and he managed to keep it up right. He lifted his lead heavy arms to push himself off from the couch to sit up straight. Pushing Charlie away from him. Charlie took a step back, knowing he doesn't like to be touched or to show weakness.
"Al... Are you okay...?" Charlie looked so worried as Al tried his best to stand up, swaying from left to right, almost falling over. Charlie got closer again to try to support him if he needed it, Alastor's radio noise picked up and Charlie stepped back.
"I'm fine.-" Alastor rasped out.
"Are you-" Charlie let out. Alastor finally stood up straight. He looked like he was ready to collapse any second, the clothes he was wearing were a mess. His blouse half unbuttoned and ripped in multiple spots, his pants also unbuttoned, looking like it would fall down any second. Alastor tried to tidy himself up, buttoning his blouse up as best he can. He took a couple of steps towards to staircase and stumbled over, he quickly got up again. Charlie ran after him. "Alastor... are you sure you're okay...? You look-"
"Entertaining, isn't it?" Charlie fell silent. Alastor turned around to face her. "The ever so powerful Radio Demon weak like he is nothing."
"Al, no..." She looked horrified. Charlie didn't notice Angel, who had followed them, still standing behind her.
"Tell me, princess. Who wouldn't enjoy this sight?" Alastor stood up as straight as he could with his blouse still half unbuttoned, his hair disheveled and the still pink liquid on his chin. Suddenly he let out a pained grunt and his eyes shot wide open, electricity danced around his form. His hands shot to his chest and he couldn't breath.
He couldn't-
With fear in his eyes, he tried gasping for more air but nothing happened. His vision got blurry and he couldn't see anymore. Not fully realizing what was going on.
The electricity stopped dancing around him and he fell to the ground, he didn't feel Charlie catching him before he could hit the floor...