One afternoon in the hotel lobby, Blitz is reading about botany and medicines used in Hell. Mainly using some of the books from Charlie's library. Soon, Angel Dust walks through the door, looking and feeling exhausted.

"Hey Angel, are you okay?" Blitz asks.

"No. I am so not okay," Angel says, annoyed and tired.

"What happened? You look like you're uh, well, about ready to die, uh, again," Blitz sheepishly says.

"Sorry B, not in the mood for humor. Even though it is a bit funny," Angel says.

He stretches his arms and bends his back, "Valentino had me working for 28 hours straight. I swear, the guy is a fuckin slave driver," and flops himself on the couch and feel pain on his back, arms, and legs.

He then turns over and lies down on the floor.

"Hmm," Blitz says, and kneels down towards Angel.

"Are you alright? You look like you're in pain," Blitz asks, concerned.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it," Angel reassures, "Being tied up, having my arms and legs stretched, and even having my back bend over and moving all around and all that shit. It's no big deal. And those are just the highlights of what I do for my job."

"I think you really need a therapeutic massage," Blitz says.

Angel lifts his head up and asks, "Massage?"

"Yes. There are some cases where therapeutic massages are needed for some of my treatments, including applying ointments to my patients. And from the looks of it, you really need one," Blitz says.

Angel chuckles, "Alright. I'll take a crack at it. It would be nice to get some relaxation."

Soon enough...

Angel finds himself lying down on his stomach on Blitz's bed. All he's wearing is his mini skirt, and boots, and nothing else.

Blitz asks, "Do you need me to do your legs too?"

"I have a few rules for you and everyone else. One of them is that the boots stay on," Angel says.

"Okay," Blitz says.

"It's just my back, arms, and even my fuckin neck are in pain," Angel says.

"Alright," Blitz says.

Blitz then gently places his hands on his back to touch the feel where Angel has the knots on his back and other parts of his body. He also begins applying a little pressure on Angel's body. Blitz then applies the ointment and begins rubbing where the pains are. Angel gasps at first from the pain, but soon sighs and feels very relaxed.

"How are you doing, Angel?" Blitz asks.

"Doing good. Fuck, you're actually good. My back feels more knotted than tangled hair," Angel says, feeling relaxed and a little pain.

"I'm glad you're doing okay. I just hope I'm not hurting you," Blitz says.

"Nope. This is what the doctor ordered. Which is good considering you are one," Angel says.

"Still, other than it's possible for how stiff your body was, I do also pick up quite a lot of tension on you. Like you were put in a lot of pressure, or perhaps a lot of stress," Blitz says.

Angel grunts, "Ugh, tell me about it. Try working with Valentino once in a while, then you'll know stress."

"I have to assume that this Valentino is uh, not the most pleasant guy to work with. At least that's what Aurora and Keenan told me, and they heard it from you," Blitz says.

Angel sighs, "Not pleasant is the nicest way to describe him. And well, I'm worried about you or your kids meeting him, especially since you've already met Vox and Velvette."

"I see. I have to admit, Vox and Velvette seem kind of well, I just don't know if I can trust either of them," Blitz says.

"You got good instincts, Blitz. You should really pay attention to them on this one," Angel says.

Still messaging, Blitz says, "Good to know."

"Truth is, I don't really want to talk about them, especially Val. So is it okay to change the subject?" Angel asks.

"Of course," Blitz says, "So Angel, how long have you known Cherri Bomb?"

"I've known her for a long time. I mean, I've been in Hell since the 40s," Angel says.

"Wow. So you've been in Hell for a long while," Blitz says.

"That's right. So I've known a lot of good places to hang out. I can take you there as a way of thanking you for the message," Angel says.

"It's no trouble, Angel. As a doctor, it's important for me to heal others," Blitz says.

"Being good really rubbed off on you," Angel says.

Time has passed...

Blitz has finished with the massage and Angel feels a lot better.

Angel puts on his clothes as he sighs, "Man, that felt really good."

"Glad I can help," Blitz says.

"Thanks," Angel says, and grins, "If you want, I can give you a nice treatment."

"If it involves sex, forget it," Blitz says and takes his leave.

Angel shrugs his shoulders, "Can't blame a sexy spider for trying."

"Oh you," Blitz says.

The two laugh as they take their leave.