Lucifer grimaced as the good doctor gently washed the scraps that covered his body. "Bloody hell, this could have been used in hell." The devil hissed as Linda dabbed his face. "Ow!" He hissed at the Doctor again, who had tuned the devil out after five minutes of his insistent whining. The devil groaned a little when he realized the doctor was ignoring him. He slumped against the couch, which had taken quite the hit during Chloe's blow up earlier.

His eyes looked onwards towards his room. He sighed again as Linda wiped the last bit of dried up blood off his face. "Is she going to be ok?" Linda asked softly as she packed up the first aid kit. A supply Lucifer didn't realize he had until Linda had found it under his bed, with a note on it.

"Mortality sitch emergency kit."

A joke most likely from the demon.

Lucifer hadn't heard from Maze since his blow up several weeks prior. Though, Trixie had informed him that she had been taking the young child to school every morning. Due to the fact that Dan had been moved to the morning shift after his demotion a year prior. He would talk to her once the detective was healed.

"I'm not sure," Lucifer said softly. Finally responding to Linda after moments of silence.

"How are you not sure?" Linda said in a panic like a tone. Lucifer shot her a look of pain in his eyes, and the doctor immediately felt bad for him. "I mean...don't you know?" She said as she slid the first aid kit under the couch. Linda moved closer to Lucifer and gently placed her hand on his knee.

The devil looked at the Doctor. Dark blood dried up on his face and hands. His eyes tired. His body sore. Feelings the devil hadn't known before the detective. How humans dealt with them he would never know. Every time he felt that lurching pain in his chest. That terrible gut wrenching pain he got when he saw the detectives twisted face of emotion as she laid in his bed. That feeling made him want to throw himself off a building and fall to his own demise.

"Linda, I just don't know. Hell...it affects people in different ways."

Linda gingerly squeezed his leg. "She is strong Lucifer."

"I know!" He whined. "That doesn't mean something like this can't change you. In ways, you could never imagine." He said as he ran his hand through his hair. Linda rose to her feet with a sigh.

"Well, we can just hope that by the time we clean up the bar she will be up," Linda said extending a hand out to him. Her over the top optimism was something the devil desperately needed in his life right now. He nodded to the Doctor as he firmly took her hand, and she tried to help him to his feet. The devil just laughed as the rather short women tried to pull the massive devil to his feet. "This is not fair!" She said with a laugh. Getting a small smile from the Devil.

The Lucifer sat in his chair flipping through an old textbook. With a loud groan, he tossed the book onto the ground. It hit his tile floor with a loud thud. Causing the good doctor, who was asleep in the chair beside his to awaken with a yelp.

"I'm up, I'm up!" She shouted. Looking at Lucifer who was scowling at the book on the floor. Linda let out a soft sigh. "I guess my idea of scrolling through your ancient text books isn't going well."

"Not one single case in the whole of my dear old dads universe of a mortal looking into hell and recovering." The devil said with a huff. "It's bloody pointless. I broke her!" The devil snarled slamming his fist into the chair nearly breaking the arm in the process. Linda got up and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Well I guess this is just going to have to be the first case of success."

Lucifer had taken the good doctor home who after there all day search for some kind of cure. Unfortunately for the detective, they came up with no simple solution. All the other ways of curing her had to do with god's blessing, and father forbid he was going to go and grovel to his father.

He would just love that, and Lucifer wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

Lucifer sat on the bed beside her. Gently cleaning the sweat off her face again. He sighed as he watched her shuddering breaths rise and fall. His heart breaking with every breath she took. Her body in endless agony. He let out another soft sigh, as he got up to put the rag in the wash. The cloth was completely soaked in sweat, and he knew he would need a new one in a matter of moments. He slid off the bed and took a step forward when clammy hands touched his skin.

He completely froze.

"L-Lucifer." She croaked. Her sweaty hands practically slipping off of his hand as he stood completely still.

He took a deep breath. Trying to compose himself.

She hadn't spoken in several hours, barely moved in a few days. However that day alone she had been up, broke his bar, his face, and then apologized for it shortly after. The books said that no mortal could recover from Hell. That their minds would be lost forever.

However, the Detective was still there. Even if it was only in brief spurts. She was still there. Holding his arm, begging for some kind of relief. None of the books had ever described anything such as what she was doing. He looked at her. Her eyes blazing at his. Tears swelling. Emotions burning hot. She was still there.

Not completely, but she was still in there.

He smiled sweetly at her as she stepped closer to her again. "What is it, Luv?" He said brushing a few stray hairs of her sweat stained face.

"L-Lucifer." She mumbled again as she turned away from him. Still holding his hand tightly. "I can't go back."

The devil cocked his head as she sat down on the bed again. "Can't go where Detective. You haven't left in several weeks." He said softly. His mind going back to young Trixie's daily calls.

When Lucifer, when?

He took another deep breath. Keeping his composure. The Detective moaned a little as her grip tightened on his arm. "It's calling me…" she murmured.

The devil still didn't understand. "What's calling you?" He said a bit of panic in his voice. "Detective, what's going on?"

She moaned again, curling into a tight ball again. "Hell. Hell. Always hell!" She screamed. "Hell, it needs me!"

The devil, without hesitation, picked the Detective up with ease, and gently rested her in his lap. The Detective started to shake a little and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. "I won't let you go back." He said firmly.

Chloe shook her head, over and over again. "You can't. I have to go...it's calling me." She mumbled as her eyes slid shut.

"Detective?" Lucifer said, but there was no response. "Detective!" He said again as he shook her gently. She moaned a little as he did. Lucifer sighed and laid her back down on the bed. His arms wrapped around her gently. He let out another soft sigh, as he allowed his eyes to slide shut.

Lucifer found himself in a room he had seen before. The light flickered a bit, as he found himself in the interaction room back at the 12th precinct. He looked around a little dazed when he heard a noise that made the devil jump to his feet.

"Lucifer! Lucifer please!" He heard Chloe cry in the distance. The devil took off towards the noise. Knocking over several chairs in the room, in the process. He didn't care though. Chloe needed him. As he ran up the stairs of the Percent shifted. The halls shifted into a warehouse as Lucifer started to recognize the location. He froze in the middle of a room, as he heard the cocking of a gun against his stomach.

"Lucifer!" Chloe cried out again, as the devil turned to face the detective who had her gun against his stomach.

"D-detective." The devil said it a shaky voice. A foreign noise for the devil himself. He had only told the good doctor, but he had nightmares about that day. Malcolm smirking at him as he lodged a bullet in his chest. It had kept him up several nights, with guests lounging in his bed. He would slip out and spend the night on the balcony till the sun rose, giving him the company he longed for, but would never reach for.

This, however, was an even worse nightmare.

"I-I can't…" Chloe whimpered.

"Can't what, Chloe." Lucifer choked. Trying to stay calm, but failing horribly.

"I can't stop this!" She said as a round was fired into his chest. He gasped for air as he fell to the ground. The Detective holding the smoking gun, standing over him. Tears spilling from her eyes. The devil groaned as his hand covered the spot in which blood spilled from. His vision was starting to blur, and he almost prayed to his father that this was truly a dream. Well, more of a nightmare. One of the detective own creation.

"C-Chloe." Lucifer choked out, as blood continued to spill from his stomach, despite his attempts to cover it with his hands.

The detective was about to take a step forward when a long slender hand was placed on her shoulder. "Ah, just leave him. Chloe." A smooth English man said. Lucifer could feel his eyes turning red just at the sound of the man's voice.

"S-Samael," Lucifer growled. "L-let her go!" He choked, as blood spilled from his lips. He didn't have much time left, let alone any energy to spare. His former self-wrapped his arm around Chloe, but she shoved him away. Running to Lucifer's side as Samael just smirked.

"Now, now Detective." He said flicking his finger backward, and sending Chloe flying back into his arms. "You shouldn't go near him, wouldn't want to get blood on that pretty face of yours now, would we," Samael said with a smirk as he rubbed the Detective's face. Chloe shuddered and tried to move away from him. However, the once angel was too strong for even the Detective's might. "Now, we just need to send him on his way. Don't we?" Samael said gripping Chloe's chin tightly.

Lucifer growled and tried to push himself off the floor, but with the Detective so close. Even in a dream, he was still nothing but a mortal man around her. He groaned as Samael laughed a little. "Don't worry, I'll keep her safe here."

"Lucifer!" Chloe cried again. "Lucifer, how do I get out of this."

The devil was about to speak up, but Samaell beat him to it. "Oh, didn't he tell you Luv. No one gets out of hell." Samael grabbed the gun from the Detective's hands and pointed it at Lucifer's head. "Bye, bye Devil."

"Lucifer!" Chloe screamed as a bang went off.

The Devil woke with a start, his breath fast and uneasy. He patted himself down, and saw he wasn't bleeding, and sighed with relief. He threw his head back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He heard the Detective moan and he brought his attention back to her. "Chloe?" He asked softly. Even though he knew he wasn't going to get a response.

After that nightmare, Lucifer completely understood what was going on with his dear Detective. She hadn't consumed Hell. Hell had consumed her. She was trapped within her own personal hell, in the far reaches of her mind.

A realm Lucifer could only travel to for periods. Able to connect with the Detective in her dreams. Holding her close in the night, even when they were separated during the day. He always had the night to look forward. Even when he was surrounded by different people. Who occupied his bed each night. It was only her he dreamed off.

Only her he needed.

He looked at her again, leaning forward kissing her forehead. He was terrified for her. Not knowing how long she could fit it. However, he knew what needed to be done.

"Save me…" she murmured softly into a pillow.

Lucifer almost choked. He quickly rose to her feet and nodded to her. Even though she couldn't see it. "Don't worry Detective...I will do everything to save you."

"I know."