Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Lucifer the TV show; I'm just borrowing them for a while.
A/N: After Asherah has punished Lucifer, he hangs on to life by a thread. Maze frantically tries to save her master by calling in a doctor who frequently practices beyond the realm of regular medical procedures. The doctor, despite having his own demons that nip at his heels in the form of narcotics and alcohol—is just what the devil needs. Amenadiel comes to the rescue, but Luci may not yet, be out of the woods
Chapter 11 Circling The Drain
Hands trembling, Maze tries to quash the panic and dread that seem to have overcome her. "Where is it?" Dresser drawers slam open and shut, frustrated, she sweeps everything off of her dresser, sending her personal effects flying. Keys, jewelry, and coins, clang against the marble floor, rolling and sliding, into every direction.
"Think Maze, where did you put that card?" she hisses. Catching a glance at herself in the mirror above the dresser, she notices tears running down her face. "Demons don't cry," she tries to convince herself before she lets out a sob, and then another. What would she do without him? He is her everything.
"Ahh, there It is!" she cries. The card had jammed between the wood frame and the beveled glass of the mirror. Snatching the conservatively engraved business card, like it was a precious sliver of gold, she hurriedly, taps in the phone number on her cell.
"Is this the office of Dr. Rush? Good, we have a terrible emergency here and need the doctor to come right away. Yes, yes, I know what his fee is; cash is not a problem. Who is it? The club owner of Lux, Lucifer Morningstar. Someone brutally attacked him, he's lost a lot of blood, and there are some—extenuating circumstances about him that will require the utmost discretion and attention: this is an unusual case. "
"Yes, I realize that all of his cases have extenuating circumstances and that is why we are calling. If we don't get some help soon, he's going to die." Maze is so upset that her voice breaks, " Yes, we are in the penthouse at the club. You say he can be here in ten minutes? I hope he can make it to then. Just have the doctor use the private elevator, it comes right up to the penthouse. We'll see him soon."
Maze sprints back to the penthouse to find Amenadiel cradling his brother in his arms and crying.
"Is he dead?" she screams
"No, not yet, but I fear it's coming soon, and I don't want him to die, to feel alone and unloved. It's bad enough that we were not around when Asherah beat him to a pulp. He thinks I abandoned him on purpose because I want him to die and go back to hell. If he dies now and does go back, I'll never forgive myself."
Fighting back the tears, the angel attempts to regain his composure, "Did you get to call that doctor?"
"Yes, he's on his way, he should be here soon." The demon sniffles, fighting back a crying jag.
"How did you find out about this doctor? I would guess that there's no listing in the yellow pages under house calls," the angel frowns with disapproval.
"Ok, Amenadiel, it turns out that he found me. He was at the bar a few weeks ago, and he gave me his card. I thought he was hitting on me, and maybe he was; but, it turns out that he is a real doctor. This guy's not just your run-of-the-mill physician; it seems that he is a very exclusive L.A. concierge doctor who treats the rich and famous, and, notorious criminals, or anyone else, who can't just walk into a hospital without the attention of the press or the cops. He's supposed to be brilliant, but he's eccentric and apparently addicted to the drugs he administers."
"Oh, great, he sounds like Lucifer, with a medical license." Amenadiel quips with a frown.
Maze, remembering that the doctor, was indeed, a dead-ringer, for Lucifer, "yeah, you don't know how right you are."
"Try not to fret too much, Amenadiel, I know that you are hurting, right now, but we've got to be strong, for Lucifer's sake. Rubbing the back of his well-knit neck, Maze tries her best to reassure the worried angel, "the doctor is coming; he should be here any minute now."
A small sigh escapes Amenadiel's mouth, as he arches his neck toward Maze. He hadn't realized how painfully stiff it had become. "What did you say this doctor's name was?"
"His name is Will Rush, and his fee is twenty thousand dollars—in cash, to keep his patients off the radar. I've got to go downstairs to the safe and get the money out before he gets here. Amenadiel, go watch over your brother."
Lying on his blood-soaked mattress, Lucifer is struggling to breathe; strange gurgling sounds come up from his chest and strangle in his throat. His temperature has plummeted. Amenadiel covers his brother's shuddering body with a heavy blanket, in an attempt to warm him; but, Lucifer continues to shiver from the cold, and pain, that rack his broken body. Fighting back the tears, he cries into his brother's ear, "please Luci, try to hold on just a little while longer; help is on the way."
Holding a bag of cash in each hand, Maze scurries back into the penthouse to find Amenadiel bent over Lucifer. Frozen with fear, she drops the bags to the floor, and steels herself for the worst, "is he…?"
Amenadiel doesn't take his eyes off of Lucifer, when he whispers, "no, he's still with us, but not for much longer. He's barely breathing now." The devil looks frail wrapped in the embrace of his brother's muscular, burnished, brown-skinned arms.
The whole scene is surreal: bloody sheets, towels, and clothes encircle Lucifer's bed. Blood soaks the mattress and bloodies his wings. Lucifer looks like a wrecked angel that fell from the sky and crash landed.
Maze hears the elevator approaching the floor, "he's here! I hope he's not too late."
I'm Not a Veterinarian
The lift's door slides open and in walks Dr. Will Rush. He's wearing shades, a pale blue shirt, and a light gray suit. Not quite the Armani suits and Prada shirts of Lucifer's taste, but still quite fashionable. At six foot three inches, the good doctor is the same height and build as his patient lying in the next room. His resemblance to the devil is uncanny; he could be his doppelganger. Carrying several leather satchels and a briefcase; he seems prepared.
Carefully treading over all of the broken glass, the doctor removes his sunglasses, to have a better look around at the wrecked penthouse; he says to himself, "what the f- is this place?"
"Hello?" He calls out.
"We're up here doctor," Maze urges him, "please hurry!"
Quickly climbing the marble steps leading to Lucifer's bedroom, Rush passes through the two carved stone columns with strange hieroglyphs, and symbols, that stand at the entrance of the room, and on the stone wall behind the bed.
Nothing, in all of the time he'd been treating clandestine characters, who've been shot, stabbed, maimed, drugged—you name it, had he ever come across a scene like the one before him.
The room was total bedlam. The walls sported gaping holes of crumbling plaster, smashed stone, and splintered wood lath, from where Asherah had tossed Lucifer around, like a plaything. A whole bank of windows leading to the terrace lay in piles of shards. Blood is everywhere, small puddles on the floor with trails traced from the tips of Lucifer's lifeless wings. More blood drips down the walls and soaks into the piles of towels and bedding in heaps around the imposing centerpiece of Lucifer's huge bed.
Standing in the middle of the hellish scene, Rush freezes up; his eyes come to rest on Amenadiel cradling the limp, broken body of a man who was wearing—angel wings.
Clearly astounded, Rush yells out, "Jesus Christ! What the hell is this? Is he into cosplay? Did he try to jump off of the building?
Carefully lowering the body of his brother, back down on the bed, Amenadiel turns to face the doctor. Looking from the doctor, back to Maze a couple of times, he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him.
Observing Amenadiel's reaction, Maze, lightly touches his arm and whispers in his ear, "I know, the resemblance is almost eerie."
"Maze, why didn't you tell me?" he whispers under his breath.
"I didn't have time to explain." the demon snaps back. "Besides, what difference does it make?"
Meanwhile, Rush's apprehension builds, "Help me out here guys; time is of the essence, and he doesn't have much left. Can either of you please explain to me how all of this happened?"
"Um, we are not at liberty to discuss how it happened. Let's just say; it is a family affair. What difference does it make how it happened? Can't you see how badly he's been beaten up?" Amenadiel pleads.
"Alright, if you insist, but the more information I have, the faster I can get down to treating him." Kneeling beside Lucifer, Rush listens to his heart and lungs through a stethoscope; quickly trying to assess his vital signs.
"His pulse is slow, and his breathing is very shallow. His lungs sound like they have fluid inside—probably as a result of a puncture from one of his broken ribs."
"Is that a snake bite on his chest? Do you know what kind of snake bit him?"
"Yes, we do, and it should be wearing off soon."
Giving Amenadiel a sideways glare, Rush wonders, "Why? Did you give him an antidote?"
Regarding the doctor suspiciously, Amenadiel screws his face into a frown, "Um, not exactly…"
"Uh, huh," Rush muses, "he's bleeding out from somewhere, it's coming from his back; let's turn him over."
Maze and Amenadiel, eyeing each other, cringe, in anticipation of the doctor's reaction to Lucifer's wings.
Amenadiel helps Rush lift and turn the battered body of Lucifer onto his stomach.
Lucifer cries out in pain and moans as they lay him out.
The doctor's reaction to Lucifer's wings is immediate. His eyes grow huge at what he sees before him. "Holy shit! These aren't armatures; they are actual appendages! They aren't implants, or sewn on; they are anatomical! Are you kidding me?"
"What do you expect me to do with these, I'm not a veterinarian." He complains to the angel.
"Doctor," Amenadiel implores, "Can't you see how much pain he's in, isn't there something you can do for him?"
The doctor, while clearly perplexed by his patient, finds himself, weirdly fascinated by the creature before him. "He looks like he fell from the sky. He's not…He can't be; you know—an angel?"
Probing into the open wound where the wing was nearly torn off, Rush becomes engrossed by the elaborate nature of these feather-covered limbs. They are physiological appendages; real functioning wings, whose complex anatomy allowed for the incredible strength and power, to propel a body to fly through the air. Carefully feeling the bone structure of the wing hanging at a strange angle, the doctor was able to surmise that it was dislocated and not broken.
"Looking over at Amenadiel," Rush asks for his help, again. "Can you please hold down his shoulder so I can get some leverage on this."
Pushing hard and fast on the joint makes Lucifer scream in pain. Rush, who's forehead is beaded with sweat from the effort, applies another short hard push; that pops the joint back in place; eliciting a loud grunt from his patient. The repaired wing flutters for a few minutes, before folding down to a semi-unfurled position. After wiping the sweat from his brow, the doctor looks satisfied that he's fixed the wing. Now, on to the other more serious injury.
Rush was clearly starting to feel the effects of handling Lucifer's wings in such an intimate manner. He seemed to be fighting off the euphoric feelings that one experiences after holding a single feather. In this case, he'd held an entire wing. Closing his eyes, he tried to fight it off by taking a few deep breaths.
"Are you all right doctor?" Maze inquired sincerely
"I'm fine." He tried to convince himself, but his hands were shaking.
Taking another deep breath, he nodded, "Ok, let's stop this bleeding. I'm going to stitch this up after I give him a couple of shots of local anesthesia. These shots should mask the pain of the stitches for a few hours."
While waiting for the shots to take effect, Rush examines the tear more closely. "This wing looks like someone tried to rip it off. That had to hurt. There's an old scar here, it's deep beneath the new one, and that's what has re-opened; it looks pretty nasty. I'm going to clean the wound out thoroughly before I sew it up, to prevent infection."
"The Doc seems to be taking all of the "wing issues" in stride," Amenadiel mutters to Maze under his breath.
Lucifer required over fifty stitches to close the wound back up. About half way through, Rush's hands start to shake again, and he seems to have trouble concentrating. Without removing his hands from the details of stitching up the devil, Rush asks Maze to bring his doctor's bag over to him. "Now, open it, take out that orange bottle, and pour out three pills. Can I ask you to please pop them into my mouth and give me a small bit of water?"
Maze obliges and tries not to choke him while she pours water down his throat.
The narcotic began to take effect within seconds, Rush's breathing calmed, and his hands stopped shaking. Picking up where he'd left off, he seemed to have found his sure hand at masterfully finishing stitching Lucifer up. Admiring his handiwork, the noticeably high physician, seemed a lot calmer. "Well, that ought to stop the bleeding, at least here." He murmured. "Alright, can you help me to turn him over on his back now, I need to see what else this guy has going on."
Maze caught that comment, "what do you mean by stopping the bleeding at least here."
Before answering the demon, he looks up at her, much like her master, with the same playful look in his eyes, "I could use a drink, right about now; could you get me a shot of whiskey—any kind will do, but, I tend to prefer bourbon."
Briefly disappearing from the room, Maze rummages through the broken bottles piled up on the still wrecked, back-bar, when she finds an unscathed bottle of—rye. "Oh, well, this will have to do." Grabbing two glasses, she returns to the bedroom with the bottle in hand.
The demon plunks the glasses down before the doctor, pouring out a few fingers worth into them; "we don't have any bourbon at the moment, how about some rye?"
Both Maze and Rush are in need of a drink, so they gulp one down together.
Licking the spicy amber liquor from her lips, "Better now, doctor?"
"Yes, much better. By the way, Maze, that is really good rye."
"It should be, Doc; it comes from Lucifer's private reserves, and it's probably the only bottle that's not broken in the entire place."
"Now back to Lucifer," the demon demands.
"Well, judging from the severity of the beating and the amount of bruising forming this fast, there is no way that internal bleeding and additional internal injuries aren't taking place. I mean, it's pretty obvious that he has a broken nose and his jaw is in pretty bad shape. His eyes are swelled up, but they will be OK. What are these red hand marks on his neck, it looks like someone tried to strangle him?"
"Now for the serious stuff. Our patient has several broken and cracked ribs that need setting. They have probably punctured some surrounding organs like his lungs and or spleen. He's going to have to go to a hospital for that, as I can't practice full surgery here."
"You should get him to a hospital right away because he's circling the drain right now. He's lost so much blood; that I'm afraid he wouldn't make it through the ambulance ride."
"What? After all of that, he's not going to make it?" Maze cries.
Looking at his patient, Rush was making some obvious connections; it could be him lying there, so badly beaten, since he lives hard and plays harder. He was getting a curious vibe from this guy like he knew him from somewhere. Lucifer's face had taken such a beating that he is unrecognizable, but his body, his hands, and his hair were troublingly similar—enough to send chills down Rush's spine.
Don't Try This At Home
"Well, there is something that I've had success with before, but I need someone who has the same blood type: I could perform a person to person blood transfusion. Do either of you share the same blood type as him?"
Brightening, Amenadiel spoke up, "I do. I'm his brother."
"Oh, um, ok…you are his—biological brother?"
"Why yes, of course, I am," he answered puzzled, not having any idea why the doctor would even question that they were brothers.
Sighing deeply, Rush says, "OK, but you better be sure, because if it isn't a positive match, he'll die while I'm still working on him, and if that happens, it will just ruin my day."
"I like how you think Doc! But don't worry, Maze assures him, they share the same blood type."
"OK, let me set this up. I'm warning you, this can be pretty primitive, but if it works, it will stabilize your brother—for a while." The doctor prepares a tube with a shunt in at either end.
"Amenadiel—is that how to pronounce your name?"
Allowing himself to smile for the first time since this ordeal began, Amenadiel answers, "why yes doctor, thanks for asking."
"Amenadiel, please sit up here on the bed next to your brother…now turn your left arm over palm side up…like this…good." Rush takes Lucifer's right arm and positions it the same way, only lower than Amenadiel's. "Ok, now we are going to let your heart act as a natural pump and let gravity do the rest of the work." Placing a shunt into one of Lucifer's veins first, and then placing the shunt at the other end of the tube into Amenadiel's vein; the blood immediately flows down the tube into Lucifer's arm.
Fascinated by the entire procedure, Amenadiel asks Rush, "how will you know when to stop?"
Rush cracked, "you'll see. When it happens, it will happen fast."
Lucifer was lying deathly still, his breathing barely audible, he'd turned ghostly pale. Was it too late to pull him back to the world of the living?
Rush knew this procedure was fraught with risk, but before the nineteenth century, it was the only way to give someone a blood transfusion. In modern times, a person to person blood transfusions was something quite outside of the realm of regular medical procedure. But, thinking and acting outside of regular medical procedure was Rush's expertise, and, he'd had success with this procedure in the past. Besides, he did not expect his patient to survive, so he had nothing to lose in giving it a shot.
Suddenly, Lucifer takes in a loud breath and gulps for air.
"And—that—is the sign we're looking for; now we know he's had enough." The doctor genuinely smiles, for the first time that day.
Lucifer's eyes finally blink open and his gaze locks on the doctor. A look of sheer terror comes over him, his eyes grow wide with fear. He still can't talk or move, but his eyes say it all—he is terrified. Recognizing the doctor as the mirror image of himself, he believes that the doctor is not real—Did Asherah put him there? Had she cast some strange spell on him?
The paralyzed angel's breathing quickens, trying to shrink away, he pushes his head back into the pillow. He cannot move a muscle. Lucifer tries to blink the vision of himself away; his eyes flicker fiery red before he passes out.
"Rush jumps back in fear. What the f- was that?"
"What?" Maze and Amenadiel fake innocence, "we didn't see anything…"
"You didn't see his eyes change color? This…this thing, is not human—is it?" Rush's voice was hoarse; he was working on adrenaline now. Maybe he was dreaming—this could not be real.
Rush had felt two distinctly yet powerful feelings from this patient. After he'd worked on his wings, he had felt strangely warm, peaceful and calm. He'd thought about God for the first time in decades. But what he had just felt now, was sheer power, infernal power, even half dead; this guy is formidable.
Lucifer opened his eyes again, this time they were black, with no hint of red. He began to shudder; he thought Rush was one of Asherah's demons who'd come to finish him off at his weakest.
Rush gave him a stiff sedative to calm him down. Now, that should hold him nicely for a bit. Snapping off his latex gloves, he announces, "I've done all that I can for him, at least now he won't bleed to death. But, you must get him to a hospital, he is suffering from significant internal bleeding, and if left untreated, you'll have wasted all of the cash you're going to pay me for my work because he will die.
Putting away his tools, he becomes business-like: "payment please?"
"Sure, Doc," Maze hands him the bags of cash containing the amount that he'd stipulated.
Taking another look around the room, and looking at the "angel" on the bed that he'd just treated, he asks Amenadiel, "who is this guy?"
Maze steps up and answers, "he's Lucifer Morningstar, the owner of this club."
"Hmm, yes," Rush murmurs, "I've heard of him. He's the guy who grants special favors; some say that he's the devil…Hey, wait a minute, where did his wings go? They've disappeared!"
"Convinced that Lucifer is some supernatural freak," Rush jumps back from him and raises his hands in surrender. "F-! This is just too weird–even for me…please, get him to a hospital."
Grabbing his bags of cash, while trying to make a quick exit out of the wrecked apartment; Rush asks Maze, "how did you find me?"
Maze smiling wickedly, showing off her sharp demon teeth, "you gave me your card when I was bartending at the club a few weeks ago."
Continuing down the stairs, he pauses, and looks over at Lucifer, Maze, and Amenadiel; without skipping a beat, he says, "Oh, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure Doc, what can I do for you?" Maze breaks out into a wicked grin.
"Go find my card and—burn it!"
With that, he turns on his heels, puts his shades back on, and quickly strides over to the elevator, which was thankfully, still on the floor. The door slides shut, and he disappears.
After the doctor left, Maze and Amenadiel stand on either side of the bed and observe Lucifer's condition.
"He looks a little better; like he has some life left in him." Amenadiel whispers, "But, he's still breathing hard and noises are still coming from his chest. It looks like he's having a hard time getting enough air into his lungs. I don't think he's out of the woods yet."
Downing another couple of glasses of rye, the demon observes, "The venom should be wearing off by now, but the Doc did shoot him up with some pretty powerful narcotics to alleviate the pain and anxiety—Lucifer would approve of the narcotics…
The stress of it all was too much for Amenadiel, "I need some air." Stepping out onto the terrace, he is quickly followed by Maze.
Both come face to face with the tree for the first time.
"What the hell," Maze blurts out, "where did that come from?"
Standing under the tree, they could both feel the energy coming off of it; this was no ordinary tree—it has serious mojo to it.
"I like it," Maze winks, but when she tries to touch the strange carvings on the tree trunk, her fingers get burned. Quickly, she pulls away her hand, "Ow, what the hell!"
"I recognize this tree," the angel smiles, "there are many like it at home—in heaven. It's called the Tree of Life. This one looks like it belongs to Asherah. The carvings on it, are hers. The Tree of Life, the serpent, and the lion are all her symbols. This tree is her idol. It is a sacred tree; that is why it burned you when you touched it little demon."
Still visibly pissed, Maze continues to curse out the tree, "stupid tree, what are we going to do with this?"
"I fear we can do nothing with this tree right now. This is Asherah's tree, and she placed it here to claim Lucifer symbolically. She might be up in there as we speak, Amenadiel's eyes trace up the tree's trunk to its crown. "I feel her presence here, very strongly."
"Never mind the tree," Maze hisses, "What are we going to do with Lucifer. His wings are in, should we take him to the hospital?"
Sighing at the weight of the decision, Amenadiel nixes the idea. "I hesitate to take him there because it will be one of the first places Asherah searches for him. She will assume we've taken him there. And then, there's the issue with the detective. Lucifer needs rest and time to recuperate. If she is around, his wounds will not heal."
"We've got to get him to a place where he will be safe so that he can recover."
"I know exactly where to take him," the angel smiles broadly,
"Oh, on a trip to Hawaii?" Maze wise-cracks.
"No, nothing quite that exotic," little demon, "how about my place? It's off the beaten path, and it will take Asherah a while to figure out that he's with me. Besides, it will also take a while to restore the penthouse back to its former condition."
Amenadiel, "that's a brilliant idea! It will keep both of the medaling women in Lucifer's life, away from him, so that he can get better—I like it!"
Pleased To Meet You…
Meanwhile, the elevator reaches the ground floor. Anxious to put as much distance as possible between the patient he'd just treated and himself, Rush dashes out of the elevator as soon as the door slides open. Without looking where he was going, he smacks right into another party who is in a hurry: Chloe.
The collision between the two, causes the doctor to drop his satchels and bags of cash; littering the elevator floor with bundles of cash, bottles of narcotics and syringes.
"Oh, I'm sorry; please let me help you." Dropping to her knees; Chloe's face meets his. "Lucifer, is that you?" she looks surprised.
Rush, having gathered all of the dropped items, stands up stiffly to face Chloe. "Sorry, you must have me confused with someone else."
Chloe found herself awkwardly staring at the man who looked just like Lucifer—but did not sound like him. His voice was different, and he didn't have a British accent.
Straightening the cuffs of his suit jacket, in a manner the mirrors Lucifer, Rush takes off his sunglasses and offers Chloe a handshake.
"I'm Doctor Will Rush, and you are?"
He had the same mega white smile and flirty twinkling eyes as Lucifer, Chloe blinks at him, "Hi, I'm Detective Chloe Decker."
"Pleased to meet you, detective, thanks for helping me; have a nice day."
Chloe wondered what was going on up there. What were they up to now, and how did this Rush guy fit into it? Pressing the button to the penthouse, she waited patiently for the elevator to rise to its destination.
Stepping out onto the glass covered floor, she could see that nothing had been done to clean up the penthouse yet.
"Hello…is anybody home?" No answer. Hmmm, I wonder what they are up to; where are they? Why was the doctor in such a hurry to leave? And, what was all of that cash he was carrying?
"Lucifer," she called…no answer there either, so she decides to let herself into his bedroom. As soon as she reaches the top of the stairs to his room, she stares in disbelief at what she sees. The scene was more horrific now than it was less than twenty-four hours ago when she was last here. Blood was everywhere, giant holes in the walls, rubble, and more broken windows. Had Lucifer and Amenadiel gotten into another fight?
Lucifer was in his bed, wrapped in a blood-soaked, blanket; he lay quite still. Only his heaving chest moved, rising and falling. Strange wheezing and gurgling sounds came from his throat.
Quietly, Chloe walked over to him and gasped at what she saw.
His face, beaten to a pulp, rendered him unrecognizable. There were bright red hand marks on his neck like someone had tried to strangle him. Gingerly, Chloe, pulled the blanket down to his waist, revealing the deep, dual wounds of the snake bite and all of the bruisings from the broken and cracked ribs.
Grabbing his cold, limp hand, she tried to rub some warmth into it.
"Oh my God Lucifer, who did this to you?" she sobbed.
"Lucifer," she touches his cheek, "come back, please, come back."
His eyes flutter open, and he looks straight at her with a small smile tugging at his mouth. His eyes say it all; that look of love and affection shines through. Unfortunately, the moment doesn't last long before Lucifer falls back into unconsciousness.
Chloe is alone in the room with him, holding his hand and crying when Maze and Amenadiel walk back into the room from the terrace.
"What went on in here," Chloe snaps, "Lucifer's in shock. He needs to go to the hospital—now. What was that doctor doing scurrying out of here with all of those bags of cash; what did you pay him for?"
Amenadiel, taking charge of the situation, answered her earnestly, "He's not going to the hospital, and we can't discuss what happened here. Let's just say; it was a family issue."
"What?" Amenadiel, "I can't accept that answer."
With a sigh of exasperation, Amenadiel chooses his words carefully, "Look, Chloe, there are some things about Lucifer that we can't explain to you at the moment. And, right now, we must do what is right for him; to keep him safe and let him recover—our way.
With that, everything in the room blew around, and Lucifer and Amenadiel disappeared into thin air. Only the curtains still blew in the wind.
Chloe, stunned by what had just happened, ripped into Maze, "where did he go; what did you do to him?"
"Don't worry, Decker, he's in a safe place—he will be fine."
"Please Maze," she sobs, "please tell me who did this to him?"
Taking a rare moment of pity upon the detective, Maze hisses, "I'm not going to lie: Asherah, his mother came back to punish him for locking her up in hell for millennia."
Lucifer had told Chloe that his mother had escaped hell, but nevertheless, she could not wrap her head around it all.
Fuming, Chloe threatens Maze, "If anything happens to him…"
Sneering at the blubbering human, Maze taunts her, "Or what, you'll arrest us? I don't think so."
Look, detective, I will keep you updated on his progress. Until he returns here, I would just stay home if I were you. There's nothing you can do for him, right now."
Chloe turns on her heels and storms out. Maze and Amenadiel were so exasperating and secretive; leaving her in the dark about Lucifer.
She ponders that last moment that she'd spent with Lucifer; she couldn't shake the image of his gaze of love and affection: before they tore him away from her.
In The Nick Of Time
Seconds later, Amenadiel arrives at his apartment with Lucifer and lays him out on his bed. The venom is starting to wear off, he can barely speak, but he still can't move.
Amenadiel pulls a down comforter over, his frail brother. He knows Lucifer is still cold because he's shivering.
His voice at a whisper, Lucifer tugs at his brother's sleeve with his fingertips, "Amenadiel, thank you…for bringing me here…I'm so tired…I'm sorry." The devil passes out.
Settling in, Amenadiel sleeps on the floor next to the bed.
A few hours pass by while the two brothers sleep peacefully…
Suddenly, Lucifer wakes up in a panic: "I can't breathe!"