Trapped (Alastor x reader)

Part 47: Rock Bottom: Alastor's POV

Would have posted this yesterday but didn't want people mistaking it for an April Fool's joke. ENJOY!

Alastor's eyes shoot open in a panic as he tried to quickly assessed the situation, white ceiling, the sound of Jazz music playing in the background, and he was laying on something soft but irritating against what little flesh he had showing.

Scratch that, his whole body was itching terribly and he could smell dried dirt and blood in the air, and close by. Had he any powers, he would have used them to clean himself of the mess, unfortunately, they were currently occupied by someone else, speaking of the human, where were they?

And for that matter, why did his limbs feel heavy? At least the music was decent to listen to, even if it wasn't from his time.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his limbs to push himself up from what he now realised was a bed to scan his surroundings better, it turned out that he was in none other than his Host's room. How, odd. If he was in their bed then where were they? At least they left his clothes on after... whatever happened for this to happen to him.

He silently hisses as his muscles screamed at him to lie back down and relax, to let his guard down while he rested some more. He has rested enough and his mental energy was at peak performance, he could read while his physical needs were being sorting out in a sitting position in the main room.

Now that he had a mental plan on what he could do to regain some of his pride, he shifted until he was at the edge of the bed, only to nearly jump when he heard movement from the floor and up popped the human in question to his earlier thoughts.

"Don't move too fast you daft sod" they murmur as they lean down to look at his forehead and hum in thought "I've no idea how demons work but waking up from a healing coma can't be good for you, especially if you got shot in the head"

What? He was shot? That couldn't be right.

"Do you know your name and where you are?"

Of course he knew his name and where he was "what do you take me for?"

"A guy with potential amnesia despite not being human and shot in the forehead, so please, answer me these questions as well as what you last remember"

Was that why his forehead hurt so much? Y/n wouldn't lie when it came to another ones health, he obviously knew that from observing them "I'm Alastor the Radio Demon, I'm in your room and the last thing I remember is being outside in the woods during a lovely storm that didn't burn the flesh from my bones" he tilts his head to the side and states in a condescending tone "is that suitable for you?"

"Immensely" they state calmly as they 'look' him in the eye "especially since you've been asleep for a whole day"

The record playing literally scratched for a second as Alastor's mind went blank to process what was just said to him "excuse me?"

This time the human looked nervous because they looked away from him and fiddled with their hands "I don't remember much myself but, I do remember seeing you on the ground and not moving, I, I tried to cover you because I didn't know where the gunshot was coming from and I wasn't going to risk moving you when I couldn't see either from the storm"

Alastor narrowed his eyes at them but stayed silent.

"One moment we were outside, the next we were both in the house, unfortunately, the others saw your unconscious form" this time they looked at him as if to reassure him "I did cover your face though, so they didn't see that you weren't smiling"

This time his screech was more audible than the record, him? Not smiling? Oh, he knew they weren't lying, their posture screamed it. Bad enough to have been weak in front of others, but to have been shot, and unconscious for 24 hours without his mask on?