Home of Ships [Supernatural, with Sabriel, Destiel and Mischifer]

Dread

Lucifer knew something was wrong without even opening his eyes. He'd woken up at the alarms beeping and, instantly, a blanket of dread had covered him.

He slowly rolled out of bed and opened his eyes, half expecting to find a monster drooling over him as it watched its breakfast wake up.

What he found, to be fair, was even more surprising.

Micheal was still fast asleep.

Lucifer smiled in an immature victory, the previous dread was long gone and got ready, making sure not to wake the other boy. Not out of caring, more because the longer the other guy slept the bigger the victory Lucifer felt. Right?

He was also gonna leave without disturbing Micheal but at the end he decided that he'd at least wake him up. It's not that he cared, not at all, just... they had math first period and the teacher was really strict for those who came in late.

Right.

He didn't care at all.

Lucifer, just to prove that, decided that the perfect way to wake sleeping beauty was a slap across the face.

Micheal's head just rolled on his thin shoulders, not showing any reaction. Lucifer frowned and shook the boy.

Micheal didn't move, blink or anything. He continued taking shallow breaths like he'd been since Lucifer had woken up.

Lucifer knew better than assume he was a deep sleeper, they'd been childhood best friends from the first day of nursery until tenth grade.

'Micheal?' He made the unconscious blonde sit up, holding him up by his shoulders. The blanket fell off and revealed his stomach that was so thin Lucifer could have counted his ribs.

'How little have you been eating dumbass?' Lucifer frowned. 'Micheal wake up.' He looked back up at the other boy's face. His skin seemed unhealthily pale. 'Mickie?'

The childhood nickname brought him waves of nausea but in his panicking mind, he didn't really mind.

'Mickie. Wake up, please.' The only response he got was a continuation of the ragged breaths the other boy was taking. Lucifer check his heartbeat.

'Mickie what did you do?' He asked as panic sat in at the extremely low heartbeat.

He stood and grabbed his phone, calling 911.

'911 what's your emergency?'

'My friend isn't waking up.' Lucifer voice shook as he looked at the now obviously pale Micheal.

~le time skip~

Lucifer was pacing around the hall ways in the hospital where Micheal had been checked in. As soon as a doctor had gotten their hands on Micheal he'd been diagnosed with a fancy name for you-haven't-been-getting-enough-sleep-nor-food-and-now-you-are-in-a-coma.

They were doing tests on him right now and Lucifer was just about to rip his hair out when a doctor walked towards him.

'Do you have any news?' Lucifer asked, deciding he'd go out of his mind if anything worse happens to Micheal. Anything worse would mean death and as much as Lucifer was on bad terms with Micheal, he couldn't bear to live in a world without that stubborn blonde.

'I'm sorry, I'm not his assigned doctor. But, you know him?' Lucifer almost growled at the man for not bringing news but decided to act a bit more human.

'Yeah I do why.' It was in a hostile tone, but better then growling.

'He works for me. I never realized he was doing so much.' The guy frowned. Lucifer gave him a long look, to know if he was kidding or not.

At the end, he found nothing that showed that he was lying and accepted the fact, deciding Micheal needed to wake up for them to have a talk.

'You realize he goes to school?' Lucifer crossed his arms.

'I– I did but no one told me he worked at night as well. And in the morning. I though he just worked during the afternoon like most aspiring doctors do.'

'Well he didn't. He probably got about two hours of sleep if any.' Lucifer flattered. 'We're in twelfth grade as well. He takes the medic stuff seriously, you know? He's been working his ass off at school as well.' Lucifer went back to pacing and pulling his hair.

'I'm sorry, I never realized. But...' the doctor looked at Lucifer with an unsure expression. 'He... he doesn't have a high chance of surviving and, well... I'm gonna need to replace him with someone. Just, you know. Thought I'd warn you. For if he did wake up. '

'No. No you can't. Give him a chance, please. He is gonna wake up.' Lucifer frowned. 'There's gotta be a reason for why he works here.'

'I'm sorry, but we need someone to take his place.' The doctor looked like he did regret not being able to help and that was the only thing stopping Lucifer from outright strangling the guy.

'I'll do it.' Lucifer scowled and immediately regretted pronouncing the words. 'I mean, he's an assistant. Cutting bandages, stuff like that right?'

'Sir... you can try if you want. Micheal has the obligation to work three hours a day. I can give you today off but you need to be here tomorrow. Just ask for Martha and she'll show you what to do.' Lucifer nodded. Okay, so, no my little pony until Micheal came back.

Because Micheal would come back.

He walked away from the doctor and towards Micheal's room. After twenty minutes they let him in, apparently satisfied with the amount of tube they'd plugged into him.

Lucifer literally rushed into Micheal's room, only catching a glimpse of the nurse who gave him a sympathetic look. His eyes roamed of the boy laid down, unconscious on the hospital bed.

Micheal look worse then ever, with a sickly pale skin. The view almost made Lucifer want to cry. He scowled at the thought. Why did he even care. The guy hates him, and rightfully so. Lucifer should have helped him out and not just run away. He was probably the last person Micheal wanted to see in his hospital room.

But, the thought didn't stop Lucifer from
rushing to Micheal's side and grab his hand.

They'd been best friends, together through thin and thick.

Through Lucifer's mom dying.

Through Micheal becoming an orphan.

Through Micheal almost becoming his brother, adopted by Lucifer's dad, but, just before the final stage of adoption, Chuck dying.

They'd gone through all of that. They just couldn't make it through taking care of thirty kids, the younger siblings of Lucifer, by them selves.

'Why didn't you call me, Mike? I could have helped you goddamnit.' Lucifer growled and tightened his grip on Micheal's hand and couldn't help to notice the tune that ran up and down, or the mask of oxygen that covered the boys mouth and nose.

He looked exactly how his father had been on his last days.

'You are not gonna be like him okay.' Lucifer shook his head. 'You hear me? You're not gonna be like dad.' Lucifer whimpered, his head bowing down, 'please, Mickie. Please don't die.'

Ahah okay so I might focus a bit more on michifer right now, and,,, make it a bit sad. Maybe. Whoops :)

Hope you liked it tho