This is kind of half filler, half plot. I promise more will come soon and that the next chapter will be longer

Amenadiel made sure that the gauze on Lucifer's back was good enough, and walked over to Linda, feeling terrible that she had to witness that. He placed his hand on her shoulder as she spat into the trash. Amenadiel ran to the bathroom with a glass, and came out, the glass filled with water for his friend.

"I can't believe he did that to himself," Linda said, taking a sip out of the glass. "Lucifer told me about how he cut off his wings when he first came to Earth, but Maze did it that time. This is taking self-harm to a whole other level." She thought out loud.

"I know," Amenadiel agreed, and took a look at Lucifer. "I should get him in his bed, and give him time to heal." He walked over to his younger brother, and carefully carried him into his room, setting him on the bed.

Linda joined Amenadiel in Lucifer's room and looked at Amenadiel with sympathy. It was probably terrible for him to learn that Lucifer was back to cutting his wings off. After all, he was an actual angel. It was most likely more painful to see Lucifer's wings being sliced off than it was for her.

"Perhaps you should go home, Linda. I can stay with him throughout the night, to make sure he doesn't do anything to make matters worse." Amenadiel suggested, deciding it'd be best not to say, I'll stay to make sure he doesn't cut another limb off.

As much as Linda wanted to stay, she was exhausted, and knew that Amenadiel would keep her friend safe. There wasn't much else she could do to help, anyway.

"Text me or call me if anything comes up, please." She requested, and hugged Amenadiel. He nodded, and Linda headed for the elevator. With a sad smile, she gave one last little wave before the doors shut.

Amenadiel looked at the penthouse living room. Blood stained the rug and sheet on the couch, and Lucifer's wing was still just laying on the floor. It was a horrifying sight, and the angel didn't plan on looking at it any longer. He made sure not to make any noise as he pulled a laundry basket out of Lucifer's closet, and set it next to the bloodied couch. He tossed the sheet into the bin and pondered what he would do with the amputated wing.

The mental toll of having to remove Lucifer's wing was affecting Amenadiel's ability to think. Focus, he told himself. Feeling guilty, He picked up the wing and set it next to the entrance to Lucifer's office. It would have to do, for now.

Lastly, he grabbed some bleach and towels from the bathroom and went to work. He poured the bleach over the stained parts of the rug and set two towels over the area. If anyone walked in, he didn't want them to notice the giant bloodstains. That was it, he had done all he could and he was exhausted.

He sat on the couch, away from where Lucifer had mutilated his wings.

Amenadiel simply couldn't believe it. How could his brother do that to himself? He thought about what Linda had said about self-harm, and he didn't really know what that meant or why people did it. He didn't understand why Lucifer would harm himself. Sure, he hated his wings, but cutting them off again? It was unfathomable to him.

What he could understand, was that he needed to be there for Lucifer more. Their relationship had improved greatly since he first came to earth, intending to bring the Devil back to Hell. His intentions now were to simply protect his brother. Especially, from himself.

All of the deep thinking was making Amenadiel tired. Lucifer was sound asleep, so he decided it would be fine to sleep for a little while. He laid down on the end of the couch and closed his eyes. He prayed to his Father that things would be better the next day.

I tried to align Amenadiel's thoughts with what he comes to realize later in the season, but the timeline in this fic is really screwed up so yeah.

thank you for reading! I love ya'll and your comments. I haven't had inspiration to do a multi-chapter fic in literally 4 years, and I'm just really excited about this story.