"Quit your bitchin' and get your skinny ass on the bed." Angel reemerged from the bathroom was bowl of warm water a clean towel.

It was very obvious from the stubborn look on the spider's face that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. You know how fucking worried he was about your dumb ass? Way more than he wanted to admit. This was something he felt like a had to do, what he needed to do. Like hell if he as going to let Alastor kick him out now. Marching over to Alastor's bed, Angel pulled up a chair to stare at him expectantly.

"You want that wound to get more infected? Stop being a stubborn old bastard and take off your damn shirt before more of the dirty fibers get inside the wound." He turned to look away as he placed the bowl on the nightstand, dabbing the towel into the warm liquid. "I'm not leaving. So be a good boy and do what I'm askin' before I do it myself."