A/N: Most of the stuff I write is Supergirl related, so when I posted a new story from another fandom I wasn't expecting as big of a response as I got, so thanks for that. Enjoy this new chapter.
It was about 4 am when Lucifer woke up, gasping as a wave of pain flooded his body, his hands immediately shooting up to his head. He looked around his penthouse, spotting Chloe asleep in a chair near him, immediately closing his mouth as another wave of pain hit him. He didn't want to wake the detective and hear another lecture on how he should be in a hospital, he's the devil, the devil doesn't need hospitals. Lucifer slowly rose, keeping one hand over his mouth to silence his possible whimpers while the other helped lift his body off the leather couch. He trudged to his bathroom, keeping his free hand on his temple as he silently entered the cool room, his body slumping against the cold tile wall as he slid down to the floor by the toilet.
He breathes deeply through his nose, biting his tongue as he lightly pounds his fist against the ground. His vision blurs and he wipes a hand across his eyes, his hand wet, but his vision still blurry as he feels the nausea increasing. The pain felt ten times worse when the detective was around, Lucifer realised. Everything was more extreme and he originally didn't think that was possible.
After about ten minutes on the floor, Lucifer couldn't handle the nausea anymore and threw up letting his weak body slump back in relief as the pain dulled back to a throbbing. He flinched as he heard knocking on the door in front of him.
"Lucifer? Are you okay?" Lucifer attempted to speak, his sore throat and the exhaustion causing him to fail in that simple task. "I'm coming in." Lucier felt panic rise as he heard the knob turn. He didn't want the detective to see him in this state, he didn't want her to know just how bad he was. The door opened and Chloe looked at him with surprise and pity.
She looked at the toilet, quietly flushing the vomit before grabbing a washcloth and walking back towards him, leaning down and wiping at his face and mouth. She pushes back the hair stuck to his forehead as she places the back of her hand there. She says nothing as she shakes her head.
"Can you stand?" Lucifer nods as Chloe grabs under his arm and helps lift him up, Lucifer whimpering slightly as his head pain increases. Chloe gasps as Lucifer slips slightly, causing her to hold all his weight. "Lucifer! What's wrong?" Lucifer rubs his head as he sits down.
"Migraine." He mumbles, Chloe just nodding as she stands fully.
"Okay, I'm taking you to a doctor." Lucifer's eyes widen as he shakes his head, regretting that decision as he hisses in pain again, closing his eyes as he puts his hands to his head. Chloe leans down next to him, her eyes filled with pity, the steel blue irises burning into him. He looks away from her. "Lucifer, look at me."
His eyes glance back towards her, he feels the need to evade again as he notices how worried she looks, but instead, he holds the look and watches as Chloe's eyes quickly scan his face.
"You're clearly in pain, Lucifer. I want to help you, will you please just let help you." Lucifer feels the pain fade slightly as he keeps staring at Chloe. Without realising it he nods and is helped up. He barely feels any pain as Chloe holds onto his arm and leads him to his room, giving him a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants to change into. She turns her back away as he takes off his sweaty suit and changes into the more comfortable outfit, it's silent in the room when usually he would probably be making some sort of sexually joke.
After he got dressed he put on his shoes and followed Chloe, feeling slightly exposed in the current outfit he was wearing. Reputation is something he still holds onto that has been a sort of defense mechanism against humans, even ones he's grown close to. He's always had the reputation of being handsome, smug, rich, clever, sexual. Someone with connections, who can do favours, someone of high status. His reputation doesn't include him being known as someone who suffers, someone who is broken.
He wears expensive clothing to fit that reputation, it helps him hide certain parts of himself he'd rather not share with the public, sometimes not even with Chloe. Sometimes when she did confront him, he would laugh it off and avoid, usually she never let him fully escape, she wasn't ever afraid to face him, and he was usually grateful for that. At the moment though, he couldn't stand the pity in her eyes. He'd seen it before, but he was usually able to walk it off and convince her he didn't deserve that sad expression.
This time though he was weak, he couldn't physically go away from her eyes, he could just shut his own, which was pathetic, but he never understood what kind of power she seemed to have over him with just her eyes. There was no creature he had met before that could cause the Devil to shrink just with a glance, Chloe was something new, he wondered if she was really even human.
If not even God could bring him to his knees, then how powerful really was Chloe?
Before he realised it they pulled up to urgent care, Lucifer rolling his eyes softly.
"Detective, I'm not dying, this isn't necessary." Chloe gave him a look that silenced him.
"I'm just getting you checked out. The fact that you even agreed to come with me is somewhat concerning." Lucifer smiled slightly as he got out of the car, Chloe walking beside him a bit too closely. He didn't say anything as they walked in, Chloe telling him to wait in a chair as she went up to the front desk, he saw the secretary give Chloe a slightly alarming look as she said his name. He chuckled a bit, feeling the throbbing increase.
A few minutes later, Chloe walks away from the desk and sits next to Lucifer, creating slight tension in the awkward silence. Lucifer absentmindedly rubs his head, causing Chloe to continuously glance at him. No one else was in the room besides the woman at the desk who filled the silence with keyboard clicks. Lucifer sighs as he looks at Chloe, his heart pounding as he notices she was already looking at him.
"If I'm dying detective can we finally rid of this sexual tension?" Chloe snorts and rolls her eyes.
"That's the first joke you've made in a while, I was honestly thinking you were having a stroke." Lucifer chuckles, hissing a bit, causing Chloe's smile to drop, making him feel worse. Lucifer looks at her, his eyes teary as he suddenly feels slight panic fill him. Chloe's eyes widen, her expression nearly matching his emotions as he sees the fear fill her features.
"Lucifer, it's gonna be fine, it's just some headaches. The doctor will probably say you just have some awful cold and that you need to rest." She smiles again, this time there's melancholy mixed in the reassurance. Lucifer nods as he hears a door open, both his and Chloe's heads turn to see the doctor.
An older woman smiles as she looks at her chart.
"Lucifer Morningstar?" She directs the question at Lucifer who just nods. The doctor's eyes widen as she looks Lucifer up and down, a familiar action Chloe has seen several other women do. Lucifer stands and follows the doctor, Chloe right behind. The doctor has Lucifer stand on a scale and be measured before they're directed into a small room with a padded table and some chairs. Chloe sits in a chair and Lucifer nearly does so as well before the doctor stops him.
"Up here please." The doctor gestures towards the table. Lucifer looks slightly confused as he hops onto the paper covered table and sits. "Now what seems to be the problem?" Lucifer glances at Chloe before he looks back at the doctor.
"Migraines," Lucifer says, the word unfamiliar and weird sounding in his mouth. He doesn't exactly know what else is wrong, he doesn't know what's normal right now and what is hurting or wrong. The doctor nods and types something on her computer.
"Can you describe any other symptoms or how it feels." Lucifer looks at the doctor, somewhat confused.
"Symptoms?" The doctor raises an eyebrow and nods.
"Like intolerance to light, nausea, vertigo. Migraines come in different forms." Lucifer nods slowly, taking in the newer words.
"I can't sleep a lot, it's fine in the early evening, but when it's later it just…" Lucifer pauses as he looks for words to describe it. "...it just hurts more. When it's early it'll get so bad that I have to throw up." The doctor nods, and Chloe's back at it again with the piercing eyes of concern.
"These all sound like common symptoms of chronic migraines. I'm going to prescribe some Imitrex to help with the pain so you can sleep better and Chlorpromazine for the nausea. I'll recommend you to a clinic you can see just for routine checks to make sure the medication is working. If they aren't before that then please come back here." Lucifer nods as he takes the small piece of paper and looks at Chloe.
Chloe stands and nods at Lucifer who stands off the table.
"Thank you," Chloe says as they exit the room. Chloe stops back at the desk for a few minutes once more, before they exit the building and leave. Chloe drives to the pharmacy and picks up Lucifer's medications before driving once again, Lucifer paying no attention to where they're going as he spaces out.
The car stops and Lucifer gets out feeling confused as he looks at his location.
"Where are we?" Chloe snorts as she gets out of the car and walks beside him.
"You've broken in here enough times I figured you'd be able to recognise my house even in the dark." A flash of confusion and concern crosses his face before he just nods, a strained smile appearing.
"Of course, must just be tired." Chloe accepts that answer as she leads him in.
"Chronic migraines sound like enough to make anyone tired." Lucifer nods as he rubs his head, the migraine was worsening quicker than usual, although he usually doesn't move around this much this late. "We have to be quiet since Trixie is asleep. When we get in I want you to go upstairs and rest okay?" Lucifer looked at her and shook his head.
"In your room? Where will you sleep?"
"The couch is fine." Lucifer shakes his head.
"Nonsense, we can share a bed, I promise, I won't try anything," Lucifer smirks, but Chloe can sense the seriousness behind it.
"I mean since you aren't dying that means you can't break any sexual tension anyways." Chloe opens the door as Lucifer chuckles. "You go up, I just have to put some stuff away." Lucifer nods as he heads upstairs.
He goes into Chloe's room, rubbing his head harder. It hurt like usual, but there was another feeling this time, like his head had been filled with static and cotton. There was a sort of muffled ringing in his ears that made him feel off balanced. He went to Chloe's bed and sat down, the feeling still there. He felt cold, his brain felt frozen as he stood again, rubbing his head, trying to rid himself of the feeling.
He sways and holds his hand out to hold himself against the wall. His breathing felt weird like he couldn't do it correctly.
"What the hell is happening, Dad?" Lucifer asked, his voice sounding muffled and quiet to his own ears. His legs felt shaky and the entire situation felt like a losing battle. He felt his hand slip, and before he could catch himself his face slammed into the wall.
The pain felt cold and numb as he slid to his knees. He grabbed onto a nearby end table as his vision began to tunnel and the ringing grew louder. He was almost all the way up before he felt his eyes close and everything went dark.
