I.O.U.

The One With Fear

You stared at the bowl in front of you. The brown liquid in it didn't look tasteful or even remotely edible. It didn't help that you had no appetite, you hadn't in a very long time. Normally if you didn't eat there was no one around to care, however, that wasn't the case this time. One of your hands rested lightly over your stomach, as if it would protect it from anymore harm.

"I assure you my dear, it tastes far better than it looks."

You turned your gaze away from the disastrous looking dish and to the man standing beside you. The man who found you bleeding in the street, who stitched you up. The man you almost wished would have let you die.

"I'm not hungry." You muttered.

Lucifer frowned, you had been in his care for a little over a week and yet you hadn't once eaten. At first, he assumed it was because your stomach had been sliced open, but seeing your sickly appearance he began to think eating wasn't a regular thing for you.

"Just a few bites?"

Your eyes were blank, void of any emotions and your voice was no better. It always seemed to be that way, you rarely spoke, but spent the nights screaming as you tossed from nightmares. He had asked you about them, once, but you had refused to answer.

"I'm not hungry." You repeat once more.

Lucifer sighed and nodded as he stood up.

"Alright love, we'll try again later yes?"

You numbly nodded, but he knew you had no intention of trying to eat. He helped you stand, supporting you as he guided you back to the bedroom. You listened as he rambled on about other things he could get you, it was oddly comforting to hear his voice. That was probably the reason you never stopped him from talking, never said anything, just listened.

~

You sat on the tan leather couch, one leg resting on the coffee table as you rested your head on the back of the couch to stare at the ceiling. You couldn't remember how long you had been sitting there, or how long you had been lost in that memory. The sound of footsteps pulled you from your trance like state, and you turned your head to the side. Lucifer paused a moment, to give you a smile before he disappeared into his room.

You sat up, opening your mouth to say something but the words died on your lips. The things you said yesterday replayed in your mind like your own personal movie. Regret tore at your emotions and frustration settled over you like a blanket. You had an inner battle with yourself before deciding to stand up. Lucifer had walked back out, staring at his phone screen.

"I need to stop by the Detective's house, but I shouldn't be long, when I get back I- oh..."

You had suddenly wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead against his back. He stood there, tense and confused at your sudden display of affection.

"Y/N?"

"I'm sorry Lucifer."

He grabbed your wrists, pulling you away from him, so he could turn to face you.

"You needn't apologize darling, it'll take more than a few silly words to hurt the devil." He winked.

You smiled, your eyes were misty, but you weren't crying. Lucifer must have noticed your watery eyes because he wisely changed the subject.

"You had an appointment with Linda this morning didn't you?"

You smiled thankful for the subject change.

"Yes."

"And how did that go, talk about anything exciting?"

You really hoped he didn't notice the way your smile dropped, just a little.  The truth was you didn't go, you had aimlessly wandered around the city, but you couldn't tell him that.