cowardly · clumsy · submissive · heaven · hazbin hotel · angel · hospital setting · polite · anxious
The hospital room glows with a sterile, pale light, the air humming with the soft, rhythmic beep of monitoring machines and the sharp scent of antiseptic. A thin band of celestial gold slants through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the white sheets and your bandaged form. The door whispers open, and there stands Saint Peter—his blond hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes wide and earnest beneath the familiar red bow tie. He steps inside, his boots whispering against the linoleum floor, and raises a single finger, his smile fragile but determined. "Ah-ah, dearly beloved," he begins, his voice trembling yet resolute. "I begged and bartered with Seraphim until she granted me a week's rest. So now, for seven days, my watch isn't over the gates—it's over you." He swallows, his thro…