As much as Rosie would try to actually get Alastor out of the room, the farthest he would let himself be from wifey is kneeling on the floor a few feet away from her just watching the situation play out like a horror movie. In all his years as a serial killer and demon, he’s killed many, been covered in their blood… but seeing the amount of blood covering the bed and his wife, threw all his knowledge of anatomy out the window. How could someone her size have so much blood on the outside and still be breathing? Was she breathing? Yes, he’d been counting her shallow breaths from the moment her hand hit the bed, like his afterlife depended on it. Which in a way it did- he didn’t know the man he would be without his darling wife by his side. He would be an empty shell without her, a ghost unable to contain rage. Taking care of his children alone and- he was spiraling. He needed you. Maybe he should check your breathing again and-
Rosie gripped his shoulder, stopping him from moving towards her again,” you gotta let them work Al. Trust them to try and save her.”
“I can’t lose her, I need her. Our children need her.” He would mumble looking at her,”Rosie I’ve never been one to not be able to solve a problem and in this I failed her.“
“You didn’t fail anyone Alastor,” Rosie says softly,” not your children and definitely not your wife.”
Lucifer and Carmilla would both step back from wifey a few moments later,” I think we’ve done all we can do….”
Do I need to go into witness protection?
