So based off a prompt I saw, dumbass Lucifer hurts himself in the bathroom and it's up to Michael to patch him up.

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"Fuck!" Michael heard through the door. He sighed, wondering what his roommate had done this time. It was followed by a string of hisses and curses, until Lucifer called after him. "Michael?"

"What?" Michael yelled back, annoyed.

"Come here!"

Rolling his eyes, Michael opened the bathroom door to immediately turn away, blushing madly. Because of course, Lucifer just had to forget to wear a fucking towel.

"Lucifer, please put a towel on," Michael asked, trying to make his voice as less pleading as possible.

He heard Lucifer chuckle dumbly but then footsteps indicated that his friend was indeed going to fetch a towel, even if it was accompanied by quite a lot of grunts and hisses.

Michael turned back only when Lucifer told him to, but seeing his crush still wet from his shower with only a towel on had quite the effect on him. Past that shock though, Michael noticed the cloth that Lucifer was holding to his hip and that was getting redder as time passed by.

Urgency suddenly taking over his mind, Michael told- read: ordered Lucifer to sit down, then took a look at the wound. As he scurried to find everything he needed, he asked how Lucifer did that to himself.

"The counter's corners are pretty fucking sharp," Lucifer hissed. "I slipped and scraped against it. It's not too bad, isn't it?"

Michael came back with disinfectant, a clean cloth, string and a needle. "You're not gonna die, but you're definitely gonna need stitches." Lucifer groaned. "Thankfully, my dad taught me how to do it so I won't have to take you to the infirmary."

"Why do we have suture string here?"

"'Cause I knew something like that would happen eventually, clumsy as you are."

Michael kneeled besides Lucifer, examining the wound while trying not to focus on the fact that in order to show it, Lucifer's towel had to hang pretty low.

It was about an inch and a half long, Michael couldn't say how deep but it bled quite a lot so he took no chances. It didn't help his trouble that it was just on top of Lucifer's v-line, giving a quite good display of it.

He disinfected the wound and started stitching it up, focusing on that and wishing he didn't have to hear Lucifer's small grunts every time the needle pierced through the skin, even though it wasn't supposed to hurt much.

As soon as he had finished and disinfected it one last time, Michael started bandaging the wound up, which thankfully didn't pull any sound out of Lucifer except to complain that it was really tight.

When he had finished Michael stepped away as fast as possible, forcing his eyes not to stare at Lucifer's rather muscular body.

"You'll move as little as you can, I don't want the stitches to give up. It's Friday night so hopefully by Monday you'll be able to walk without fearing that it reopens."

•*jump to Lucifer's perspective on that incident•*

Lucifer was walking out of the shower to grab his towel when like an idiot, he slipped and hit himself against the counter, producing the marvellous sound Michael had heard. He rushed to put pressure on it, then called Michael because well, Michael just could do almost anything.

Michael entered and then immediately turned around. "Lucifer, please put a towel on," he said.

Lucifer chuckled. Of course he had forgotten to wear something. Typically Lucifer. He went to put it on and managed not to hurt himself more this time.

He sat down, anxiously watching as Michael looked at his wound then rushed away. Michael's answer to his question didn't reassure him much, but knowing he was able to do stitches was a good thing.

Alcohol on a wound hurts a lot, so Lucifer couldn't help but react in some way, and he tried his best to not curse loudly. Then the needle poked his skin and though it didn't hurt as much, it was just enough to make him grunt instead of hissing or swearing.

Of course, he was unaware of the uneasiness he was creating in Michael, he just tried not to think of a slightly different context or what it would do to him if Michael's finders trailed just a little bit lower.

After what felt like an eternity, Michael finally finished the stitches and bandaged him up, giving the instructions we previously heard. Of course, Michael was blushing slightly, but he didn't notice that Lucifer, judging by how hot his face was, was probably as red as a tomato.

Somehow I really looked forward to writing this one, I know it isn't much but I really like the split views effect, it kinda gives a story that was told by two different persons.