Threads of Fate (Lucifer Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9: The Thin Line Between Love and Mystery

The hospital corridor buzzed faintly with the hum of fluorescent lights. Lucifer sat slouched in a stiff waiting room chair, twirling his phone absentmindedly between his fingers. His sharp eyes darted toward Maya's room, where she rested after the chaos of the previous night.

Despite the relief of her survival, a gnawing unease settled in his chest. Lucifer wasn't one to dwell on mysteries; life had taught him to focus on what could be controlled. Yet, he couldn't shake the unsettling thought that something unnatural had occurred.

Maya had been clinically dead. He had checked her pulse, her breathing—there had been nothing. Her miraculous recovery defied everything he knew about medicine, and that knowledge left a chill creeping up his spine.

"Heart attacks, hypothermia, maybe I missed something," he murmured, shaking his head. But the memory of her lifeless form and the despair he had felt were too vivid.

Years ago, during a brief stint in med school—one of his father's many attempts to force responsibility on him—Lucifer had learned enough to know that the odds of spontaneous revival after cardiac arrest were astronomically low.

His mind spiralled. Was it divine intervention? Luck? Or something else entirely?

The next morning, Lucifer entered Maya's hospital room with a hesitant knock. Her face lit up as he stepped inside, holding a tray of fresh croissants and orange juice.

"Breakfast for the warrior princess," he announced, his usual bravado masking his inner turmoil.

Maya chuckled weakly, sitting up with some effort. "You're surprisingly thoughtful for someone who drives on the wrong side of the road."

Lucifer smirked but said nothing. As she took a bite of the croissant, he sat by her side, watching her intently.

After a moment, she noticed his uncharacteristic silence. "What?"

He hesitated. "Last night, in the farmhouse... you weren't breathing. Your heart wasn't beating."

Maya froze, the croissant forgotten in her hand.

"I did everything I could, but there was nothing. And then..." His voice trailed off, and he leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "You came back. Like nothing happened. Do you remember anything? Anything unusual?"

Maya frowned, her brows knitting together. "I remember the fire, the heat, the smoke choking me. And then... nothing. It's all blank after that."

Lucifer's jaw tightened. He wanted to press her, to demand answers, but the confusion in her eyes seemed genuine.

"Why does it matter?" Maya asked softly.

Lucifer forced a smile, masking his concern. "It doesn't. I'm just glad you're okay."

But the doubt lingered in his mind.