"Trixie!" Dan rushed back into the room to see his daughter standing beside the hospital bed. He noticed smeared blood on the floor under his daughter's feet. "Are you okay?" The man was by his daughter, examining her to see if she had been harmed. When he realized she was absolutely fine he pulled her into a warm embrace. "Where's Luc…?" he began to ask as he looked around the room, but paused when he noticed something different about his former wife. The man looked down at his daughter, unable to process what he was seeing.
"I told you, miracles are real!" Trixie gave her father a large grin; she could see the confusion across his face.
"Wh… How is this possible?" Dan reached out and touched Chloe's healed skin on the side of her face. "It doesn't makeany… How did…?" The man stumbled over his words. He didn't seem to be able to finish his train of thought.
"Miracles never do make sense." Trixie reached out for her mom's hand, hopeful with the recent development. The child knew what had happened. She knew that there was something special about Lucifer's feather that had healed her mother. She also knew that her father would never believe her if she told him. So, she decided to keep it to herself for the time being.
She became determined to find Lucifer. She needed more of his feathers to heal the rest of her mom's wounds. "Dad, we need to find Lucifer!" Panic rose in the child when she remembered that Lucifer was wounded. "I think he is really hurt." She was worried that he was bleeding to death somewhere, and he wouldn't be able to help her mom if he died from his stab wound.
"Yeah!" Dan replied without hearing what was said. The man was still trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing. He had spent so much time watching an injured Chloe since the event, that it baffled him to find her face looking so close to her normal self. "What?" It took him a moment before he finally realized that his daughter was talking to him.
"We need to find Lucifer," Trixie repeated, her sad eyes looking up at him. "He's hurt. We need to help him."
"Lucifer will be fine. He can take care of himself." Dan replied, not a bit concerned for the man that he could barely tolerate. His only concern was for Chloe.
"Dad, please," Trixie pleaded. She had let go of her mother's hand and reached for her father's hands, with hopes that he would listen to her, but was interrupted.
"I heard what happened." Maze appeared in the doorway and looked into the room. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." Dan was still in shock and was unable to process anything at the moment. He had barely slept in the last forty-eight hours. He was running on adrenaline and caffeine. Being close to the explosion hadn't helped: his ears were still ringing from the blast.
Trixie left her dad's side, who was still looking down at his ex-wife, and approached her friend. "Maze, you need to take me to Lucifer. We need to bring him back here." The child's puppy-dog eyes gazed up at the woman.
"Lucifer was here?" Maze scoffed with amusement. She doubted that he would be anywhere near where he needed to be. Since his return, he'd made every excuse to not be at the hospital.
"Yeah, he saved her from the bad guy, but I think he might be hurt." Trixie was desperate to find him. She would go on her own, but she wouldn't know what to do when she found him, if she found him. She was just a child; she didn't know how to help. "We have to do something. We can't lose him," Trixie begged, tugging on the woman's arm. "Please, Maze."
Maze rolled her eyes. "Yeah, fine." It didn't take much for her to succumb to the child's demands. Even if it was to track down the one being whom she had been cross with for months. "Come on, kid, I know where we can find him." The demon wouldn't do much for most people, but Trixie was by far her favourite human and would do anything for her. They both looked back at Dan, who had pulled the nearby chair closer to the bed and sat down. His hand holding onto Chloe's hand. His head rested on the bed.
Lucifer stumbled into the penthouse from the balcony. He struggled to slip off his single-breasted jacket, and when he was finally free of it, he flung it to the floor. He paused when he heard a loud thud. What would've made that sound? He quickly shrugged it off when he realized that his phone, still in the jacket pocket, had hit the hard floor. Lucifer made his way to the barthrough the labyrinth of broken furniture and glass that was left over from the previous night's rampage.
His feet shuffled along the floor, kicking an empty bottle or two, until he reached the bar. He took a moment to catch his breath. He poured himself a drink into a crystal tumbler with one hand,while the other grasped his side, putting pressure on his wasn't the first time he'd found himself injured by a revenge-seeking maniac. He didn't mind this time around; in fact, he would rather die than to see Chloe harmed by Andrew Leeds, or anyone for that matter. Better himself then her. The thought of a world without Chloe Decker was unbearable. The sweet brown liquor was gone in one gulp, the glass refilled soon after.
The devil made his way to the nearest seat on the couch, where Doctor Linda had sat earlier that day. Carefully he slipped his arms out of his soiled dress shirt and used it to soak up the remaining blood. The bleeding had nearly stopped since he had distanced himself from the Detective. He knew that in time his body would heal, but it would take a few days. Which was ten times quicker than humans. The perks of immortality.
Exhausted, the devil fought to keep his eyes open. He wanted to push through. He wanted to clean himself up and march straight to the precinct to confront the man who had attempted to kill the only woman he had ever loved. Twice. However, the long day,plus the blood loss, had finally caught up with him. He stretched his long body onto the couch and used the armrest as a pillow. It wasn't long until he dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
"Lucifer? Wake up," a voice cried out. "Please." The devil slowly woke up, his eyelids still heavy. He felt his body shaking. How long had it been? It took him a minute for his eyes tofocus on the figure standing above him. The blur turned into the stone-cold face of Maze looking down at him, arms folded across her chest. "You're alive?" He realized that the perky voice wasn't coming from the demon but from the child that was kneeling on the floor beside him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she let out a sigh of relief.
"What are you two doing here?" Lucifer looked up at the woman for an answer.
"I've been wondering the same thing, but the little human insisted." Maze's voice lacked emotion. Despite seeing the once-white shirt soaked in his blood, the demon didn't seem to care. She was still upset with him for leaving without her.
"We came to help you." Trixie released the man from her embrace. She quickly removed her backpack and opened it up. The child pulled out packages of gauze, sterile bandages, and more supplies than they needed. The child laid out the supplies that she'd swiped from the hospital on the table and glanced up at Maze. "You can fix him, right?"
"I'm fine. I don't need to be fixed." The man gingerly sat up, wincing in pain, holding his breath in an attempt to hide his discomfort. He failed, as the two noticed his contorted face.
"Baby," the demon scoffed under her breath.
"How about I stab you in the side, and then we will see who's the baby," Lucifer groaned. He let out a slight cough but immediately regretted it as a surge of agony ran through his body.
"I fought off over twenty men and ran several miles. This is nothing; you don't know the meaning of pain," Maze spat, berating the pathetic man with amusement.
"I don't know the meaning of pain? I'm the Lord of Hell. I invented pain," Lucifer retorted, rage behind his laboured breath.
"You might have invented it, but I perfected it." Maze gave hima wicked grin.
Trixie stood up. "THAT'S ENOUGH," she shouted. This was no time for grown-ups to argue over something stupid. "Sit!" Herdemand was directed towards the demon. Surprised, Maze slowly sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Lucifer. "I don't know what's going on between you two, but you need to put it aside. Who cares about pain right now?" Trixie scoffed at the devil and the demon like they were two children in trouble. Lucifer tried to speak but she raised one finger to stop him. "No. I am talking. The only thing I care about is my mom, and the only way to help her right now is you, Lucifer." Her eyes blazed with anger. "I need to make sure you are okay, because you are the only one that can help her." She stopped talking and waited for a reply.
Lucifer wasn't certain if he was allowed to speak and slowly raised his hand.
"You don't need…" Trixie rolled her eyes. "You can talk now."
"How am I the only one who can help the Detective?" The devil was confused by the urchin's rant.
"Your feathers, dummy." Trixie thought she was stating the obvious. Maze slowly looked over at her former boss; she understood what the child meant. She had seen the power that Lucifer's feathers possessed.
"My feathers?" Lucifer was still confused and didn't know what the child was talking about.
"Yeah, I found one on the floor when you flew away." Trixie's voice went soft. "I didn't know what would happen, but I brushed it against my mom's face and it healed her."
"My feathery burdens can heal?" Lucifer suppressed the urge to laugh. "That's the most ridiculous thing I…" He stopped when he saw the disheartened look on the child's face.
"It's true." Maze spoke up. "I've seen it. Remember when Malcolm stabbed Amenadiel with my blade? I used one of yourfeathers to heal him."
"What?" Lucifer glanced from the child and the demon, "You are saying the wretched wings on my back have healing properties?" Dumbfounded by this new information, wondering how he'd lived through untold years without this knowledge, hepushed himself off the couch and shuffled across to the bar. Hepoured himself another large glass of whiskey. "And that these feathers can heal the Detective?" He took a sip from the tumbler.
"Yes!" Trixie gave the man a big hopeful smile.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Patch me up."
Note: Chapter was Beta read by SailorChronos1! Thank You!