"You better." Angel snapped back, bring the warm towel back up the wound to press a little more firmly than he had been. Though not too roughly to actually hurt him. That would be counter productive. "I would never forgive myself if you got yourself killed over something I gave you. Things can be replaced. You're not."

The spider added softly. It took a bit of delicate cleaning but that side was really messed up. Angel did the best he could to wash the tender flesh from all the impurities before he moved on the other side. He did the same thing with the deer's arm resting it on his shoulder to clear the other injury. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as the other one and he made quick work of it. When he was pleased with his handy work he reached up to lower the deer's arms from his shoulders.

"Sit tight, I'll be right back. Be careful not to bump your arms against your wounds. I'll kill ya if you undo all my work." Angel shot him a stern look before he disappeared into the bathroom again.

From his spot on the bed, Alastor could hear the sound of running water and the click of bottles as the starlet searched for something in the cabinets. The water cuts off followed by a slam of a small wooden door as Angel walked back out. In his hands he held a roll of gauze and a brown glass bottle in the other. His lower hands carried back out a fresh towel and a new bowl of warm hotel water.

Sitting back down Angel looked up at him. "Alright toots, both hands up this time."