Angel lets out a long whistle seeing how bloody they got over the course of the night. But it looked like they had stopped bleeding, so that was a good sign. Man, Alastor was messed up and he was already healing. Sometimes when the deer flushed and sputtered it was easy to forget how powerful he was.

"Still looks a bit nasty. Okay babe, get that ass on the bed. I'll be right back." Angel gave the deer a playful smack right on Al's left ass cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

Like the night previous the host could hear the rattle of bottles and the hiss of running water. It wasn't long before his nurse came out carrying supplies in all six of his hands. Bowls, clean towels, rolls of gauze, little brown glass bottles... Everything he would need to clean up and redo the wrap. Pulling up a chair, Angel plopped himself down.

"Assume the position Al." Angel motioned for him to put his arms up on his shoulders.