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Summary: Being so far away from home, it gets hard sometimes. Being sick and so far away from home have never felt worse before. Thank god for Satan being there for you.
Who would have thought that you’d ever get sick? In Devildom at that. Yet here you were, laying in your bed, deep under covers and coughing. Your head was pounding like someone has been squeezing it tight, feeling worse every minute longer.
You’ve already skipped breakfast and most classes by then, so you were sure that Lucifer will come bursting through doors sooner or later, wondering where you were. Your phone was god knows where, definitely on silent mode or you’d be hearing it ring every second. Part of you felt glad that no one was there to disturb your re—
“Oi!” There was banging on your doors.
Groaning, you glared at doors, recognizing Mammom’s voice in a second.
“I know you’re inside! Open the doors!” Mammon’s loudness made your headache worse.
Turning in bed, you pulled covers over your head along with your pillow, but soon you were unable to breathe properly. Gasping for air, you sprung in sitting position, headache coming onto you stronger than before. You heard more voices on the other side of the doors before it quieted down. Letting out a shaky breath, you moved closer to the headboard, putting many pillows behind so your back wouldn’t hurt. With chest heaving, you were getting more tired and all you wanted was to sleep.
Just as you made yourself somehow comfortable, there was a knock on your doors.
“[Name]?” A voice called out for you.
Blinking, you looked towards the doors. “…Lucifer?” you whisper-called.
“Are you alright?” Lucifer’s voice held worry.
“Yes…” your voice croaked, making you cringe at the sound. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think it’s that time where I’d get sick…” you admitted shamelessly.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
You hesitated. “O-okay…” you murmured before you even remembered your doors were locked. With a cough, you stood up and slowly made your way to the doors. Unlocking them, you opened them just a bit to look at the oldest brother, who glanced down at you. His expression seemed to be unreadable, but the moment he caught sight of you it broke into worry.
“Go back to bed.” Was his simple statement.
You found yourself shaking your head. “I’m okay …” even though both of you knew you weren’t.
“I won’t say it twice, [Name].” his voice was stern and you immediately backed down. “I’ll tell one of the brothers to bring you some soup and medicine from the human world as we do not have any here.”
With a silent nod you watched Lucifer form a small smile before he turned and walked away. There was confusion on your face, there was no doubt, but you closed the doors and walked back to your bed, trying to make yourself comfortable like before. Yet nothing seemed to work. No matter how much you tried to force yourself to sleep it didn’t work.
It didn’t seem like much time had passed until you heard soft knocks once more. You looked towards, already speaking: “It’s open,” and cringing hearing yourself becoming worse.
The doors opened and the first thing you recognized was blond hair and green eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, seeing Satan on your doorway. Lucifer must have known of your small crush on his brother, otherwise you were sure he wouldn’t be there.
“…were sick.” His voice brought you back to reality and you blinked your eyes.
“Yes …” you breathed out, having a hunch what he said.
Satan’s expression softened as he approached your bed. He was holding a plate with a bowl, cup and what you guessed was medicine. You scooted further into the back, so you wouldn’t infect him even though you knew he wouldn’t get sick. After all, angels and demons hardly ever get sick. If they do at all. An expression appeared on his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came, making you think you must have mistaken it.
“May I?” his voice was unusually quiet and it took you a moment to realize he meant if he could sit down.
“O-of course…” you responded with a small smile and observed him sit down.
He did so carefully and elegantly and it yet again reminded you just who had most say in his upbringing. Your smile widened. With a raised eyebrow, he watched you with a plate then on his lap. Before either of you could say anything, you were forced into fit of coughing, throat hurting from it. Tears sprung into your eyes as you barely managed to catch a breath and Satan’s chest ached at the sight of you. He knew humans were weak, but he never thought someone could be this much. Especially not when it came to you.
“Here …” he murmured and brought a mug to your hands.
You weren’t sure where it came from, but you took it. Taking a sip, you frowned, grimacing at the drink in it.
“Is it not sweet enough? Too sweet?” he questioned, his eyebrows creased together.
“I don’t like tea…” you answered only to start coughing again. “Makes nose stuffy …” you managed to add.
Satan remained silent, only to let out a silent sigh a moment later. “I’ll keep it in mind.” The corners of his lips turned into a small, gentle smile. “But drink at least this much I brought. Just to keep me at ease.”
You couldn’t say no to that.
Once comfortably back in bed with a plate on a desk by the window, you stared at Satan. “Thank you …” your voice was hoarse and your breathing was rather loud.
“You’re welcome.” Satan smiled. “Do you need anything else?”
“Read to me.” You said before you could stop yourself.
Satan blinked with eyes. “Read?” he repeated.
Cheeks dark both from embarrassment and the cold, you covered your face only to almost choke at the suffocation you felt. Pulling the blanket down, you took in a couple of deep breaths and realized a bit lately that Satan wasn’t in your room anymore. You frowned, wondering when he managed to leave your side and felt slight disappointment building inside you. Your lips formed an unintentional pout as your eyes welled up. You weren’t sure what you did or said wrong, but it hurt.
Just when you were about to cover yourself again, you heard doors open. Unconsciously you looked towards and saw Satan breathing heavily.
“Sorry,” he spoke, “I didn’t have any book with me so I ran to get one.”
“Eh …?” you murmured, seeing his hair was messed as well.
“You wanted me to read you, right?” His cheeks were flushed and you didn’t know if it was from running or from feeling embarrassed, but you felt warm.
“Yeah,” you nodded with a smile. “You didn’t have to run though.” you chuckled and added; “I have one book here.”
“Oh…” Satan’s cheeks darkened, this time certainly from embarrassment. “Of course,” he coughed, eyes looking everywhere else than you. “So,” he murmured, his eyes looking into yours; “which one would you like me to read.”
“I don’t mind if it’s yours.” You answered almost immediately.
“It’s a criminal book I took…” he sweat dropped.
“Oh?” your eyes widened at that and unconsciously looked at the book he was holding. “Michael Katz … Krefeld …?” you read, eyes tilted to the side. “I know the author and I love his books—well, series.” You admitted.
“You do?” Satan seemed surprised.
“I enjoy criminal books more than romance if I’m honest.” You said and looked at the book. “That one I believe is the Ravn series?”
“Indeed it is. The first one as a matter of fact.” he agreed with a nod. “I wasn’t sure which one I should bring, so I took the first one I saw.” He smiled when you laughed, but immediately began patting your back when another coughing fit overcame you.
“I’m … okay …” you choked, wiping the tears that managed to escape. “It’s just…it’s just the usual cold…”
“This cannot be the usual cold.” He frowned at you. He wanted to say more, but when you shook your head and held onto his arm, visibly shaking from the coughing fit, sudden unshed tears and fever, he backed down. Satan helped you lay on your back, but not before making sure it was in a position most comfortable for you to both rest, breathe and sleep.
Once visibly content on both, your and his, side, Satan held the book and opened it on the first page. He looked your way once more to make sure you’re okay. You gave him a small smile, wrapping blanket tighter around yourself. Silent chuckle escaped him before he shook his head and looked back at the book. He glanced over the first words and began reading aloud.
His voice filled your room. You found yourself staring at Satan, who continued to read like he was alone – although he acknowledged your presence very much – until your eyes began to grow heavy. You weren’t sure how much time has passed, nor at which chapter he already was, but one moment you blinked your eyes and then next and next until they remained closed. Your, rather loud, breathing made Satan glance at you and a small smile graced his lips when he saw you asleep.
Putting the book aside for a moment, he reached for the blanket and covered you up to your chin. With a content nod, he stood and walked over to grab for chair before he walked back to your side. Placing the chair right by your head, he sat down and reached for the book. Taking one last look at you, he found himself smiling wider and for a split second he found himself wanting to kiss you on forehead. He was quick to shake his head, trying to put the thought out. Instead he opened the book and continued to read aloud where he left. He wasn’t sure if his voice reached you or not, but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop reading to you.
“S…tan…” You mumbled.
“Hm?” Satan hummed and looked at you. Seeing you were still asleep, he was ready to continue, but your next words stopped him from doing so; “…ove yo…u…”
He blinked his eyes before they opened wide. He stared at you, his cheeks turning red, much darker along with his ears as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. He was quick to shake his head, trying to convince himself that what you said wasn’t true after all you were sick and sleeping. You were most certainly sleep talking at that same moment, because there’s no way you’d be awake. And him? That you would … love someone like him? He could hardly believe it.
A soft touch against his arm made him jolt. He turned your way and saw you looking at him. Your face was red and he couldn’t read if it were from a sudden half-asleep confession or from your fever. Yet the way your grip tightened on his jacket told him it was from confession.
Letting out a shaky breath, the corners of Satan’s lips turned into a soft smile. “Go back to sleep, [Name].”
You followed without hesitation.
And maybe, just maybe? His heart skipped a beat and he found himself uttering four words back. Part of him wished you won’t remember them. Different part of him wish you did.