She's Got The Devil's Eyes - Deckerstar (Completed)

Chapter XVII

Two weeks had gone by since their last case. Chloe couldn't help it but feel like she had failed when they didn't get to bring Connor into justice because he killed himself, but at least he wasn't a danger to society anymore and was rotting in Hell. The only hope for punishment she had to hold on to was trust that Lucifer's brother, Ansel, was doing a great job handling the damned souls and punishing them accordingly. Thinking of that made her feel more at peace.

When the backup Lucifer called for came to the scene they had to take her to the hospital. Lucifer had very slowly and very painfully put his wings away and gone with her in the ambulance, holding her hand and talking to her so she would stay awake. Losing that much blood had made her groggy and disoriented, she had to go to the hospital so the doctors could do something about it.

Upon arrival, they immediately hooked her to an IV line and gave her two blood transfusions. Her wound wasn't bleeding anymore —thanks to being pregnant with "tiny baby devils" as she had said while slipping in and out of consciousness, which earned her an awful lot of teasing on Lucifer's side— but because she moved from the floor to the armchair back at the scene it had opened again, making her lose more blood than she initially had.

When they gave her an X-ray to assess the damage, the doctors were incredibly surprised by her luck. The bullet had grazed her femoral artery, a thick enough blood vessel that if injured it would make someone die in less than a minute. Upon examination they saw that the wall of the artery had been grazed by the bullet but not strong enough to tear it, keeping the bleeding manageable. What had truly happened, though, was that the bullet had, indeed, punctured her femoral artery. That was the reason she lost so much blood in the first place but, being pregnant with at least one celestial being had been the reason why she wasn't actually dead. Had Connor shot her when she wasn't pregnant and she would have already been buried six feet under.

She had to stay in observation for three days. The damage done to the muscle and bone on her right leg had been great, and although she was healing really quickly, the babies could only do so much. They had gotten to see their twins again, though, and that had been really exciting. It was just a routine ultrasound to check that everything was okay with them as well but just seeing them on the screen, even if in black and white, had been really emotional and touching for Lucifer. Those were his kids, his babies, he still couldn't wrap his head around that.

The highlight of the hospital stay, though, was when Lucifer thought Chloe was fast asleep and took that moment as an opportunity to talk to his spawns and thank them for keeping Chloe safe. She had to forcefully avoid tearing up because she knew Lucifer thought she was asleep, and it had been so hard because his words had been so sweet. She knew that if she ever said something to him about it he would go back inside his shell and she didn't want him to do that, not now that he was finally opening up. She would do anything to keep things the way they were.

When she finally got discharged she was naively hoping for things to go back to normal. However, she was quickly hit by the fact that she would have to be on bed rest for another week, and that later on she probably wouldn't be allowed back at work. Even if lieutenant Monroe was a stern and professional woman, she cared about Chloe and valued her work, which meant she would be stuck at home until further notice.

However, Chloe was far too smart for the world. She literally had to force Lucifer to go and convince Olivia with his charms to let her back into work after her bed rest was over. She was healing exceptionally fast and the babies were unharmed and perfectly fine as well, she could do paperwork at least.

Back to the present, two weeks since the incident, Chloe still couldn't walk. Her leg hurt awfully whenever she put any weight on it, so she still had to use her crutches wherever she went, which was, for lack of a better expression, a pain in the ass. She wanted her healing process to be over already, and even if she knew she was healing exceptionally fast, she still couldn't wait to be back in the field and walking.