After Nifty shared her fun fact of having a collection of roaches in her room (no one was particularly surprised), everyone separated into their own space. Charlie watched Alastor stroll toward the elevator that would raise him to his Radio Tower. She would probably regret this but something was nagging her that Alastor wasn't completely alright. She managed to put her hoof in the way of the elevator door before it was able to close. Alastor stood their and watched as she stepped in with him.

"Something I can help you with, Miss Morningstar?" Alastor asked with a touch of friendliness in his tone. Charlie knew better though, and figured that he was probably annoyed with her.

"Actually yes there is. I wanna see your injury." Alastor's eyebrows raised for a split second until he was able to adjust his face back to normal.

"Although I am flattered that you are worried about me, there is no need. I can assure you that it's barely a scratch, if that." Alastor was hoping, borderline praying as funny as that was, that Charlie would stop her insisting and leave him be. He was still unsure of what was causing his physical reaction from being around her, but the less he could experience it the better. Perhaps it was caused from the injury?

"If it's just a scratch, than showing me should be no big deal. Humor me." Charlie said stubbornly as the elevator door opened, followed by a ding. Alastor couldn't help but let out a frustrated static noise in response. If she was anyone other than the Princess of Hell, he would've just sent her back to the lobby, through each floor.

"If you insist." Alastor barely let out. Charlie seemed to have understood him because she gave him a victorious smile as she followed him to his quarters. He opened the door and welcomed the scent of rotting flesh that was from his breakfast this morning. The deer carcass laid sprawled on the floor to the left Charlie noticed and it took every bit of control to not vomit everywhere. How was he able to handle that?

"Ok so where is it?" Charlie questioned. Alastor had his back to her, letting his microphone lean against his radio panels.

"Where is what, my dear?" He was buying time. Charlie walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder to make him turn around.

"Alastor I'm not doing this with you. Where is your injury?" He looked to the right where his leftovers laid on the floor, not able to meet eyes with Charlie.

"On my torso. Like I said, it's fine." He tried once more to squash Charlie's curiosity. He silently beat himself for mentioning this during the exercise. Why in all the seven rings of hell did he share this with them? With Charlie?

"Then show me. I'm not leaving until you do." Charlie stood her ground. That was something that Alastor always found entertaining, and somewhat admired about Charlie. When she wanted something, by golly she wasn't going to stop until she had it. As ditzy as she could be, her stubborn streak certainly balanced it out. Alastor let out a sigh as he started to unbutton his red jacket. Charlie's eyes got wide.

"W-What're you doing?" Charlie stuttered as she watched him shed off his jacket, revealing a red undershirt. He began to undo his tie when he managed to look her way. He noticed the blush creep on her neck, slowly reaching her cheeks. For some reason, this made him want to continue.

"Well how else will I show you the scratch? Articles of clothing must be removed, no avoiding that." He dropped his bow tie on his radio panel, then worked at the buttons on his undershirt. Why was he so nervous? He never got nervous, no matter what but suddenly the realization that Charlie was about to see him so exposed made his heart pound against his ribcage, which unfortunately made his injury pulse painfully.

"Oh. Right." Charlie rubbed her arm awkwardly, not knowing where to look while Alastor was shedding his clothing. She borderline felt guilty. She knew that Alastor had to be uncomfortable with this, yet she was making him do it. She had to remind herself that she was doing this to make sure he wasn't hurt badly. It was to make sure he was ok. She felt her stomach drop to her ankles when Alastor finally took off his undershirt.

"This isn't a scratch Alastor, what the fuck!" Before she could stop herself, she lurched forward and placed her hands on his chest where a bright red gash laid. There were golden lines that looked almost like veins which were stretching from the wound, much like spider legs. Charlie felt Alastor take a deep breath and noticed that his abdomen never expanded back out. He was holding his breath.

"Here let me see if this will work." Charlie mumbled as she let her own healing power pour from her palms, into Alastor's injury. She heard him grit his teeth in pain as her power pulsated into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to hurt you."

"Oh please, this is nothing. Continue on if you believe it to be working." Alastor definitely was lying. He was in excruciating pain, but he refused to let Charlie know this. He was hoping that she would actually be able to heal him. More disturbing, he wasn't exactly in a rush for Charlie to stop touching him yet. Very odd indeed.

"I think it is." Charlie noticed that the wound started to close up slowly. She noticed that Alastor was slightly shaking. He was for sure in more pain than he was letting on, which made Charlie push harder on her healing. After what felt like hours, Alastor's wound finally was closed up. The gold veins were still there, but much much smaller. She removed her hands from his chest and immediately noticed how his shoulders relaxed in response.

"How do you feel?" Charlie asked. Alastor placed his own hand over the now scar and looked for himself.

"I must say, if you fail at running a hotel then maybe the medical industry is your calling." Alastor said cheekily. Charlie couldn't help but grin. He already seemed more like himself.

"Nurse Charlie. I like the sound of it!" Alastor opened his mouth very slightly, then shut it just as quickly. It wasn't like him to bite his tongue, but Charlie let it roll off her back.

"So are you done or did you want to try to find more injuries?" Alastor asked, his toothy grin developing into more of a smirk. Charlie laughed as she turned toward the door.

"See you later Alastor!" She gave a small wave as she left, closing the door behind her.

Alastor all but collapsed to the ground, holding onto his panel to prevent from his knees from crashing to the floor. Did he really almost tell her 'So do I' when she made her comment about Nurse Charlie? He looked at his injury again, expecting it to be opening again due to his train of thought. Still just a bright pink scar with tiny gold flakes embedded into it. Between the electricity he felt when Charlie placed her hands on his chest and how he actually weirdly enjoyed the pain she was inflicting onto him, something was definitely going on with him.

If the angelic injury wasn't causing his odd mindset, then what was it? Alastor had to admit, panic started to flood his veins. He felt out of control yet again and he needed to fix it and soon.