Pain radiated from certain points in Chloe's body. She couldn't understand why everything hurt.

Dan had not spoken a word to Lucifer since Lucifer had arrived at the hospital. Dan paced the waiting room. His young daughter had been put in the care of Maze who accepted the role without complaint knowing it was the least she could do for her roommate. Lucifer sat in one of those hard plastic chairs. He could feel illness and disease crawling all over him but he was paralysed with fear and emotion. His fists were clenched together in his lap and he just concentrated on an ugly stain on the waiting room floor.

Hours went by. Doctors and nurses came in calling for "immediate relatives of Chloe Decker" and every time Dan rushed to hear what they had to say. Lucifer had not heard a single word. Dan was refusing to acknowledge that Lucifer was even in the same room. Dan hadn't been allowed to see Chloe yet but Lucifer watched his reactions carefully, noticing the way Dan sighed with relief when a nurse came to talk to him this time. Ten minutes later the nurse came back and motioned for Dan to follow her. Lucifer stood up but Dan spun around glaring. Lucifer sat back down with a heavy sigh. He had read every poster in the waiting room. He has examined every stain, scratch and mark on all the walls and floors. He had replayed the night over and over in his head. All he knew, was that she wasn't dead, because if she was the hospital would have told them already. After about half an hour Dan had still not returned, so Lucifer wandered into the corridor Dan had walked down. He looked through every door until he found Chloe's room. Chloe looked pale and emotionless. Dan was grasping her hand and a doctor was talking to them. Chloe nodded her lip trembling. Lucifer stood away from the window in the door, further back in the corridor, not wanting to be seen. After a few minutes the door opened. Dan walked out and turned walked down the corridor in the opposite direction. Lucifer took his chance.

The door creaked open as Lucifer opened it slowly. Chloe turned to look at him, she visibly swallowed. He walked over and stood next to the bed, hand in his pockets, unsure of what to say.

"I'm glad you're okay," Chloe whispered, her voice shaking.

Lucifer snorted softly.

"I think that's my line Detective."

Chloe smiled weakly.

"How are you?" Lucifer asked gently.

Chloe turned to look out the window. "It hurts."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

Lucifer didn't know it was possible to feel someone else's pain so intensely. But he felt a slow ache spread throughout his body.

"There was so much blood, Detective. I couldn't tell… I couldn't tell where he shot you."

Chloe could deal with facts. It was her forte. "He shot me in the shoulder once and in the abdomen twice."

Lucifer knew she didn't want to talk about it so he decided to fill her in on the case. He would never understand it but he knew it would comfort her.

"Well, you're a hero, my dear. The warehouse had enough drugs and evidence to bring down the whole entire syndicate."

Chloe smiled and corrected him, "You mean, we are heroes."

Lucifer smiled and a comfortable silence followed.

"It was a girl," Chloe said cracking the silence in half.

Lucifer swallowed and took Chloe's hand in both of his.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, barely audible.

"I already loved her. That's where it hurts the most," Chloe's voice broke as she put her hand over her heart, "it hurts the most here."

Lucifer did not know what Chloe was feeling so he had no response to that other than to squeeze her hand tighter.

Chloe needed this. She needed him because Lucifer didn't take things the way anyone else in her life did. He didn't offer words of wisdom or advice underpinned by judgment. He didn't try to get her to "open up" or "talk about it." He was just there.

Chloe sobbed. Suddenly she felt hot and sick. She rolled onto her side, untangling herself from the hospital blankets.

"Detective?" Lucifer questioned worriedly. "I don't think you should get out of bed."

"I need…" Chloe trailed off gasping for breath.

Lucifer's eyes widened in panic. Chloe sat up and slide off the bed. Lucifer grabbed her lower forearms to steady her, careful to avoid her waist and shoulder where he knew her wounds were. She stumbled slightly and shook her head. Chloe stood and straightened.

"You can let go of me," Chloe said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"Uh and watch you fall, no thanks," Lucifer retorted. Holding Chloe's arm, he walked with her across the room to the sink. She splashed water over her face, trying not to cringe as every movement sent a shock of pain through her system.

She turned to face Lucifer who had a look of unguarded worry painted onto his face.

"I'm fine!"

Lucifer sighed.

"C'mon, back to bed Detective."

Before he knew it, sobs were racking Chloe's body. Tears streamed down her face and she moaned in pain, emotional and physical.

"The baby… she didn't… he killed her, my baby, my little girl," Chloe choked out.

Lucifer' pulled Chloe into him. She clenched his suit jacket so hard, Lucifer thought she would tear it. Chloe slid to the floor so that she was sitting on her knees. Lucifer lowered himself with her.

"I know Detective, I know. He'll spend the rest of his life paying for what he did to you, I promise." Lucifer rubbed his hands up and down Chloe's arms. He wanted to hold her again but their knees were in the way. Chloe broke down further. She clutched her abdomen as her crying intensified the pain there. Lucifer's touch made her feel like it was okay, it was okay to cry. She knew that she wouldn't get lost in the darkness because he kept reminding her that he was there.

The door opened and Dan came in with vending machines snacks.

"What are you doing in here Lucifer?" he asked deathly quiet.

"I wanted to see her," Lucifer responded softly, his usual quick humour nowhere to be seen. Chloe just sat there gasping for breath and shaking.

"Get out."

"Daniel, please I…"

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE IN HERE COMFORTING MY WIFE. IT WAS MY BABY NOT YOURS. IT WAS OUR BABY," Dan exploded.

Lucifer's questioning eyes met Chloe's but she remained silent. He gently released her arms and stood up slowly.

"You're right, I'm sorry," Lucifer said. He threw one look back over his shoulder at Chloe, but her eyes were squeezed shut tears leaking out of them.

Dan crouched down next to Chloe. He rested one hand under her chin and tilted her head up so her eyes could meet his.

"Chloe, it's going to be okay. Come on, you shouldn't be up, I'll help you back to bed."

"I just need to wet my face again, I feel hot," Chloe stammered getting shakily to her feet.

"I'll get you a wet cloth," Dan responded, guiding Chloe to bed. She sighed. Gently she lifted herself onto the bed, slowly rolling herself onto her back. She reached to grab the blanket but Dan hurriedly grabbed it pull it over her. Chloe wriggled to make herself more comfortable and suddenly she felt a searing pain. It must have been the last straw - after getting out of bed, sitting on the floor and sobbing violently.

"Dan," she gasped. Blood seeped through her hospital gown. Dan slammed the 'call' button to alert the nurses. Within minutes the room was swarmed with nurse and doctors and Dan was told to leave so that they could re-dress her wounds.

Dan stood outside the door peering in but Lucifer stood at the end of the corridor, a tall and lonely figure wishing that he knew what was going on and wanting more than anything to be by Chloe's side.