Lucifer didn't know how, or begin explaining, the feeling of terror seeing the bullet enter Betty's shoulder. the gun flashing as the barrel burned hot. Jimmy making a pained grunt as he dropped the gun that was heating in his hand.

The saying 'it happen so fast' became a reality, remembering as he watch Betty shudder out a gasp at the searing pain and blood staining her shirt.

His hands moved fast, body leaping forward, to catch her body from hurting herself. And now he sat arms resting and folded on the bed side, watching her chest in rhythm rise and go down as she breathes.

The detective, being in absolute fury in the fact she could not had seen that Jimmy would point and shoot his gun at her daughter— wishing she could replace her, and to be the one laying with a wound that would scar for the rest of her days she would live, was demanding nurses to reveal how Bettys condition is.

A doctor enters and Lucifer, a careful gaze, watches him mutter a few words about Betty's blood pressure being considerably stable— for the likes of being shot in a place on the body where it could have meant losing a good amount of blood.

" it's a miracle, I have to say, Sir. your, i assume, girlfriend sustain an injury to her shoulder and the bullet missed the brachial artery. and there was no indication of an exit wound, from when we did an examination."

Lucifer felt a foreign sensation, at the word 'girlfriend' not choosing to correct the doctors mistake. he wanted to smack himself in his handsome face, at the grin that forms hearing the doctor continue speaking. " she should be awakening soon, at any minute. I will leave you alone, so you can be the first she sees."

With the departure of the doctor, not a minute second Lucifer sees Betty's eyes move behind her eyelids. A soft groan, an indication she was waking from her induce sleep, her eyes open but close from the reflection from the installed ceiling room lights.

" look who is awake. Your mother will be delighted to know you have awoken from your beauty sleep." He lightly teases, Betty glances her eyes over lucifers face. noting of how symmetrical and define his jaw was, the hair that grew on his chin.

" how long was I out for." she mumbles, feeling her ears pinch with heat from being flushed at realising how close Lucifer was sitting. " three years, I am afraid." he sighs, but bites back a smile at her which Betty caught. she pushes his hand away.

" You're such an asshole." her voice is hoarse, from not talking, feeling parched. " oh, god. I need some water. I am thirsty." are her next words, lifting her head to find where she could have water.

" I wouldn't advise moving so much, darling." Lucifer spoke, pensively. " you just woke from a surgery, to remove the bullet our lovely Jimmy put in you." his fist unclench, that he made speaking, helping Betty pouring the water in a recyclable disposable cup, from the room temperature water that sat on the bed side table. Betty tilts her head down, allowing the warm water to enter her throat as Lucifer puts a hand under her chin.

" about Jimmy. He shot you, three times. I counted, before.. well you know." Betty recalls, wondering of how Lucifer was not laying in his own hospital room.

" how are you, still .. alive?".

" you are having a hard time with me being immortal, kind of just like your mother."

Chloe, hearing the sound of voices talking, hastily walks to where she finds her daughter awake and talking to Lucifer. Relief fills her face. " Betty. Baby, you are awake. how are you feeling? Do you need any medicine for pain? I can get the doctor to come back."

Elisabetta shakes her head 'no'. " I don't need medication, mom." Chloe flatten down the hair, which were loose, on Betty's face. " what happen to Jimmy? was he arrested?". Lucifer, sharing a look with the detective, gave Betty a smile which dismisses her question.

" You don't have to care or worry about Jimmy, he is in a place where he deserves and can't hurt y- anyone." he caught his words, giving a sharp inhale, leaning away from her. Betty caught his hand, which in response the fine hairs of his arm stand straight.

Chloe feels her phone ring, noting how Lucifer reacted to Elisabetta's touch. " that is probably your father, he is here with Trix. baby, I won't be long. Lucifer, don't bore my daughter, now." She states, in a light half heartily manner. The devil gives a false hurt sound, at her words.

" I am never boring, detective. I must say I am offended by such saying." a giggle from Betty makes him give her a pointed look which was questioning why she was laughing.

" I see I easily entertain you."

" oh. Did I hurt your masculinity laughing." her response make Lucifer exaggerate an eye roll. Betty was astonish with her playful demeanour, giving she was put in a medically induce sleep and woke not over five minutes ago. " but if I am to be serious, Lucifer. I would not be awake, and joking right now, if .. you didn't help me. So, thank you."

Lucifer, self conscious, touches where his heart is. Feeling it miss a beat. " Sorry, what was the last sentence you said. I couldn't quite understand. because of your soft voice." he says, putting his ear to her face and her dimples show when she gives Lucifer a smile.

" thank you, Lucifer." Not familiar with the warmth he was experiencing, he pushes down the feeling.

" I cannot simply take the credit. well, not all. your mother was the one to take Jimmy down. besides, if I didn't do anything I would be stuck with the detective, and would not have anyone to keep me from being shot."

Betty gives a look that said 'sure'.

" So, you kept me alive so you could use me as possible human shield. So you won't be shot? How do you think I ended up in this predicament. Now?" Her words are exuberant, wanting to laugh at Lucifers eyes blow up in size at his words.

" oh, in the name of dad." He curses.

" i have to ask Lucifer." Betty becomes serious, which makes the devil himself become quiet— listening. " I remember you talking, before I passed out. you mentioned my birth mom and dad, saying they could wait to see me. what did you mean specifically by your words."

a questioning tone plays on her voice, wanting Lucifer to delineate; clarify. " well. I could tell you, but I don't think you would understand."

He begins talking, standing from the ruinous chair he was sitting on which felt as if one wrong move and it would break. " i believe I should make my leave no.." his words are halted, with trixie come rushing into the room. joy in seeing the funny man she met at her school. " Lucifer!"

Her much smaller arms are tightly around his hip, a smile of delight as she stared up at him.

" uh, yes. Hello, child. How about we save some of this unpleasantry for your sister?" Lucifer puts trixie next to her sister, taking her body in the air and placing her beside the IV drip. Elisabetta makes a sound, as the injection moves and feels pinching as it moves.

" mommy told me a bad man shot you, and Lucifer got very sad and angry at the man for harming you." trixie fails in 'whispering'.

" I am so happy Lucifer saved you. he is like Prince Charming! From my books."

Elisabetta sees an expression on Lucifers face, one she couldn't read.

She gives a half-heart smile, " yes. You could say Lucifer was my Prince Charming."

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UPDATE:

as the story continues, the chapters will get longer. I have made a promise to myself, that I will not give up on worrying how I write for my stories. As you may all know, I have never been the best at noticing when I've written grammatical mistakes and not the greatest.

But I try. So thank you for being patient.