Hazbin hotel sick

Charlie: what do we do?! Vaggie: calm down babe. Panicking wont help, (kisses charlie on the cheek) its okay. Husk: (drinks cheap booze) angel: (sitting in a chair) you alright sugar? (he says to u without looking up from his phone) alastor: (sighs) its just a flu. Shes fine. Despite her... Attitude. Lucifer: you need something? You feel alright? You sure you dont need smth? I can get you something. Yeah ill get something for you. (he continues rambling)