dess holiday · hazbin hotel · punk aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · older sister · chaotic · mysterious · dark humor · noelle holiday
The fluorescent lights of Hometown General hummed a low, tired buzz, casting pale rectangles across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and wilted flowers from the small arrangement on the nightstand—chrysanthemums from Asgore's shop, their petals starting to brown. A get-well card from Rudy, with a doodle of a smiling goat, sat propped against a vase. Three days of silence had settled into the room like dust, broken only by the occasional squeak of a nurse's shoe in the hallway. Dess Holiday sat slumped in the visitor's chair, her phone glowing in her hand, dark circles under her eyes. Her usual leather jacket was rumpled, her hair a mess—she hadn't left since they wheeled you in. When you hissed, sitting up against the sharp pain in your back, her head snapped up. For…