When Angel Dust woke up in his bed, the entirety of the hotel staff were standing around his bed, looking down at him, their eyes lighting up the second his own opened.

"He's awake! Finally!" Charlie squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. "Al, can you tend to his wounds? I think all of us being here might be a bit much for him right now." She asked as she rounded up the others and led them out of Angel's room.

Angel's eyes started welling up with tears as Alastor approached him slowly and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Darling, Angel, how are you feeling? I must say I am truly sorry you had to go through all that ... and because of me no less. Oh dear." Alastor slowly reached out a hand towards Angel, causing him to flinch away, in panic. "Relax, Deary, I'm only going to heal you. That wretched creature really messed you up. You look awful."

Alastor reached for Angel again, who let him rest a hand on his stomach, though very hesitantly.

"H-hey *cough* hey-uh-Al? Why *cough* Why'd ya even come to save me? And why'd ya say *cough* it was ya fault?" Angel Dust croaked out, his voice raspy and failing him slightly.

The look in Alastor's eyes turned to true sorrow when he heard Angel's voice. "Oh deary me! You even sound awful. My deepest apologies. And-um it was my fault Val found you, had I not been off doing my own thing, you would not have left to begin with nor would you have been snatched up by that absolutely horrid Valentino. All of this could have been avoided if I had simply stayed here. As for why I came to help you, simple, I felt guilty for having caused all of this and I had to fix it somehow. After all, I would hate for anything to happen to one of my friends, especially if it was my own fault."

"Al, it wasn't ya fault. Even if you'd been here all day, Val woulda found me at some point. I had it comin' for breakin' my contract to anyway. If not now, it woulda happened sooner or lata. Don't sweat it and don't be sorry. It wasn't ya fault suga."

Alastor frowned and looked down at Angel. "Now dear, he must have messed up your head a bit. You appear to not be able to comprehend fully what caused this incident. Nevertheless, I have finished healing your wounds and I do believe you should get some rest now." He stood up to leave, but stopped when Angel called.

"W-wait! Al! P-please don't leave me. I-uh-I dunno how ta say this, but I'm-I'm ... scared." Angel started crying again.

Alastor turned around and his expression softened as he saw the fear written all over his companion. He gently sat back down on Angel's bed, agreeing to stay and keep his friend company.

Angel, however, grabbed Alastor and pulled him down, snuggling into the demon as he cried himself to sleep. Alastor was shocked, and though uncomfortable with the action, accepted it and held Angel Dust against him, comforting his friend. The two gently drifted off to sleep, Angel clinging onto Alastor for dear life and Al just holding him close.

--

Alastor arose to the thrashing and screaming coming from right beside him. Angel Dust appeared to be having a nightmare, which wasn't terribly surprising. Alastor gently shook his companion and said in a low voice, "Angel Dust, my dear, you appear to be having a nightmare. Please wake up, my dear friend, please." Alastor continued shaking him, but to no avail, then a thought occurred to him. He carefully pried himself from Angel's arms and walked down to the kitchen. He grabbed a large pitcher and filled it with ice and water before carefully returning to Angel Dust's room.

Alastor felt terribly guilty for what he was about to do, but he felt there was no other choice. He sure as hell didn't want to just sit around and watch his friend suffer through a horrid nightmare. So, he lifted the pitcher and poured it all over Angel Dust, waking him up almost immediately.

"Alastor! What the hell was that for?!"

"My apologies, my friend, you just appeared to have been suffering through a nightmare. I attempted to wake you, but it did not work, so I had to do something. I truly am sorry for resorting to this method."

Angel could see in Alastor's eyes that he truly was sorry and that he really cared. Alastor snapped his fingers and dried Angel Dust and the entire room before climbing into the bed to sit right next to Angel again. Angel immediately wrapped both sets of arms around his friend and laid his head in his lap. He started crying again as thoughts of the nightmare and the events from before floated at the top of his mind.

"There there, my darling, it will be alright." Alastor started rubbing Angel's back, desperately trying to comfort him. "They cannot reach you here, nor can they as long as I'm around. I hereby swear to protect you from them as best as I can, to keep you from enduring that torture again."

Angel looked up to meet Al's eyes and saw the genuinity in them. He curled tighter into Al, knowing he was safe with him.

There was a knock on the door before it was slowly pushed open.

"Are you okay in here? We heard a lot of yelling and I thought I'd come check on you."

"Thank you, my dear, but I do believe we are okay now. Darling Angel here, was just having a nightmare that's all and I'm here comforting him."

"Oh! Al! I-uh-I wasn't expecting you here. Sorry if I-uh ruined the moment or something. I'll just uh-I'll leave now." Charlie said awkwardly, as she started to close the door.

"Wait! My dearest Charlie, why do you appear to be in such a hurry?" Alastor called. "There is nothing going on here, you may feel free to stay if you wish."

"No uh it's okay, thanks though. I should probably go tell the others that you two are doing alright. I'll be in my office if you need anything."

As Charlie left, Angel looked up at Al with a puzzled look, tears still flowing steadily from his eyes.

"In-in her ... office?"

"Oh! Yes, it's right around midday, my dear. I forgot we didn't get you back until late last night and then when you woke up the first time it was almost six this morning. Don't be alarmed, you have been excused from your duties for as long as we all see fit. Now did you want to talk about anything or did you just want me to be here with you?"

Angel snuggled closer to Alastor and started spilling out all that happened to him.

--

Cherri didn't get any sleep. As soon as she got to her tiny apartment, she ran to Fat Nuggets (whom she'd been watching the past few weeks) and squeezed him tight. The pig could tell she was in obvious distress and didn't mind her strong grip.

When she finally had the energy to let go of her best friend's pig, Cherri got up and rushed to the shower. She stood under the running water for hours trying her hardest to scrub off the guilt of what she'd done. She couldn't stop replaying it in her head, the fear in Angie's eyes, the way he squirmed back, Val's whisper in her ear. She hated thinking about it, but she couldn't stop, it just wouldn't leave her alone. Finally she screamed as loud as she could, hoping that would help some part of her, though she knew inside that nothing would ever help her now.

She felt like shit to put it short, she had r*ped her best friend and there was no way to change that. Not only that, but the whole thing was filmed to scare the new hires into following the rules. She couldn't believe how absolutely messed up in the head Val had to be in order to orchestrate that whole plan. Forcing best friend to fuck best friend. It was absolutely disgusting to think about. Sure she'd been forced to fuck people before, but it was different with Angie, everyone else at least wanted it. He clearly didn't, not to mention Val had cut him or some shit, he was bleeding everywhere! Val had gotten way out of hand and she had to find some way to stop it.

Before she knew what she was doing, Cherri was getting dressed, grabbing Fat Nuggets, and marching up to the Hazbin Hotel. She didn't have an idea what she was planning to do, but she knew one thing: Val had to be stopped.