You let out a heavy sigh as you exited the building. So consumed in your own thoughts, by all the questions Linda had provoked, you never heard your phone going off. At least not until around the third time it started ringing. You cursed under your breath, fumbling with the small device as you pulled it out your pocket.

"Yeah?"

"How did it go?" 

Lucifer's voice sounded hopeful and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Lucifer? How did you even know I was done?"

You heard a car horn and looked around for a moment, until your eyes landed on the all to familiar black Corvette parked on the other side of the street. Lucifer waved to you and you smiled hanging up the phone. You hurried across the street, you slid into the passenger seat, closing the door after you. He sped away and you almost told him to slow down, but settled for rolling your eyes instead.

"Well are you going to leave me in suspense or are you going to tell me how it went?"

You turned your head to look at him and you crossed your arms.

"It was a waste of time, just like I said it would be."

Lucifer sent you a quick look before focusing back on the road.

"Then I suppose you won't be going back?"

You didn't answer that, well not in the way he was hoping, rather you answered it with a question of your own.

"I thought you weren't going to ask again since I went this time." You reminded him.

"I did say that didn't I?"

You raised an eyebrow and Lucifer slowed to a stop at a red light. He turned in his seat to face you.

"Alright, I won't ask again, I'm a devil of my word, but will you at least keep her card? Just in case."

You could never understand why Lucifer cared so much about your well-being, or why he cared at all. You looked straight ahead and pointed to the light.

"It's green."

Lucifer stared at you a moment longer before letting out a frustrated sigh, and turning back around in his seat.

"You're always so difficult darling, I'm beginning to think you enjoy making me worry about you."

You gave him a small shrug.

"Gotta keep you on your feet old man."

You smiled a little, and Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. The rest of the car ride was spent in a comfortable silence between the two you.

~

You thanked Lucifer for the ride and started walking towards your front door. However you paused, having made it only halfway to the door. Lucifer watched you stand there a moment before finally turning around. You walked back over to the car and leaned forward on the driver side door.

"I said it was a waste of time, but I never said I wouldn't go again, I have a deal to uphold anyway."

Lucifer smiled at you and then reached over his seat. He opened the glove box, and pulled out a small package. He tossed it to you and you caught it.

"What's this?"

The package made a rattling noise when you shook it.

"Your pills."

You held the package away from your body slightly and gave him a grossed out expression.

"Don't look at me like that, do you really think I'd give you the same one's you threw in the rubbish? I got your prescription refilled, honestly love, give me a little more credit."

You couldn't help but laugh and bent down to give him a quick hug.

"Thanks for the ride Lucifer."

He smiled at you and you turned to walk into your house.

"You are going to take those, right Y/N?"

Your hand froze on the door handle and you bit your lip.

'Don't lie to him, he'll know.' Your mind warned you.

"Yeah, of course I will." You lied anyway.

You hurried inside before Lucifer could say anything else. He watched the door close behind you with a dejected sigh. Shifting his car into drive he pulled out onto the street. You watched his car fade out of sight from your window and let the curtain fall back into place.

'Well I can't throw them away again.'
You thought as you stared at the little bottle in your hand.

You settled for hiding them under your kitchen sink. Telling Lucifer why you didn't take them anymore would only complicate things. If you told him they had stopped working that your nightmares returned, he'd insist on you staying with him again. You didn't want to worry him, or burden him, he'd already done so much for you.

~

Maze watched Lucifer walk down the stairs of Lux. She could tell by the tired look in his eyes that something was bothering him. She watched him pour himself a drink before she approached him.

"You could always make her tell you." Maze said.

She already knew exactly why Lucifer was so stressed, she just couldn't understand why he didn't see the supposedly obvious solution. Lucifer scoffed, shaking his head.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Probably because it's true." Maze shrugged grabbing herself a glass.

"I don't want to force it out of her Maze! I want her to want to tell me."

"Seems like too much work to me."

Lucifer gave her a dry look and scowled.

"Yes Mazikeen, thank you for your input, but I'd rather not ruin her already thin trust in me."

"Whatever, your call."

Lucifer watched her walk away and rolled his eyes as he turned back around to look at the shelves of booze behind the bar.

"She needs someone she can trust." Lucifer muttered to himself.

~

Lucifer stared at you as you lay, unconscious on his bed. His hands were stained with blood and his clothes weren't in any better shape. He wasn't even sure you were going to wake up. When you begged him not to take you to the hospital, he weighed his options and settled on patching you up himself. You had forced yourself to open your eyes, forced yourself to speak through the pain, to beg him not to. Lucifer couldn't bring himself to take you to a hospital after that.

In all honesty he could hardly believe that you even lasted that long though. The long and deep gash across your stomach had been spilling blood from your body like a fountain. He watched you a moment, your face pale and body laying limp. If it wasn't for your chest moving with labored breaths, he would have thought you dead. Lucifer figured you might want something to drink when, or rather if, you woke. He left the room to get you a glass of water.

"Aah!"

The blood-curdling scream had nearly made him drop the cup he was holding. Lucifer rushed back to his bedroom, surprised to find you sitting on the floor, leaning back against his bed as you held your stomach in agony. When your slightly glassy eyes saw him standing there. You began to panic and tried to move back, away from him. That only served to further your pain and you froze, watching him warily.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Lucifer approached you slowly, and you eyed him with mistrust and suspicion.

"I'm the one who found you in that alley, do you remember that my dear?"

"No."

Your voice sounded raw as if you hadn't used it in a while.

"Can I help you back into bed?"

Lucifer quickly took a step back when you jerked away from him. To his surprise fear wasn't the only thing he saw in your eyes. There was a fierce gleam, as if you were ready to put up as much of a fight as you could if he got to close. He noticed the hand that wasn't holding your stomach, curled into a fist, ready to take a swing at him.

"You may have ripped your stitches open darling, will you let me look?"

You didn't take your eyes off him, but you could feel your hand becoming wet from the blood seeping through your bandage.

"I don't know you, I don't trust you."

You could barely raise your voice above a whisper and Lucifer gave you comforting smile. He knelt down in front of you, and you sat up the best you could.

"My name is Lucifer Morningstar, and what about you my dear? I assume the woman currently bleeding out but still willing to punch me, has a name."

You didn't answer for a few seconds, just studied him. This man was covered in blood, it was your blood. He knelt on the ground in front of you so, you could meet his eye, as if he was silently telling you to trust him.

"I do, but of if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not say."

~

Lucifer stared at his phone screen as his thumb hovered over the call button. Your name sat in bold letters on the screen. Seemingly deciding against calling you he slipped his phone back into his suit jacket and stood. With his drink forgotten on the bar Lucifer made his way up the stairs of Lux, and to his elevator. The concern he felt for you still weighing on him.

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Thank you AZookiex3 for helping me brainstorm for this chapter!