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

Chapter XXV

"Daddy!"

"Come on up monkey!"

"Will you dance this song with me when I get older?"

"Always, my little one,"

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It was far too bright, for anyone's liking.

She came back to her senses very slowly, as if the slumber she had suddenly fallen into wouldn't want to let go of her, as if she didn't really want to wake up at all. She felt so nice being back there, being with him again.

First, she felt the weight of and all too known hand grabbing tightly onto her left one, and as her senses became her own again, she even felt tiny kisses on the back of it, too, making the gesture a bit more intimate. She could feel all the creases and lack of calluses, she knew the shape and weight of his hands by heart.

She then was able to hear. Slowly, and the same way a wave breaks before it reaches the shore, she began hearing noises, primarily rustling and movement, accompanied by the constant beeping of something. Where was she? The noise was constant; loud and sharp beeps helping her bring herself back to consciousness. Another sound joined the beeping, too; two very distinguishable and loud thuds, one going slightly faster than the other.

Fighting the pull that urged her to stay asleep, the pull that wanted her to go back to the beautiful reality her subconscious had created, she started opening her eyes. It was all very slowly; the lights blinding her through every step of the way, so bright it was almost imposible to grow used to them.

"Chloe?" There it was, his beautiful and deep voice, all filled with worry and preoccupation. "Muffin, for dad's sake, you scared me," he said as he leaned over her and brought her head close to his chest, hugging her with all the love in the world.

"What's going on?" She asked, awakening once and for all. "Where am I?" She felt weird. It was as if she had just woken up, aware and all, maybe a little bit drowsy and slow, but she didn't feel bad or ill.

By the looks of it, she was clearly in a hospital. She was laying on a stretcher with a couple of monitors hooked to her body; the room being separated from the rest of the ER by two blue curtains. She guessed she was in triage for admission, probably, although she didn't know why.

"You're at the hospital, Miss Decker," a nurse right beside her said, checking her vitals all while the rapid thuds Chloe could now recognize as the heartbeat of her children filled the small room. "My name is Emily and, from what your fiancé told us, you fainted,"

"How long have I been out?" The tight feel of three bands around her stomach made her feel uneasy, allowing her mind to drift back to ten years ago when she had been in labor with Trixie. They were monitors, that she was sure of; two of them monitoring their babies heartbeats and the other one keeping track of any possible contractions. "Wha... Am I in labor? I can't be, it's too early!"

"No, you're not, calm down, Miss Decker," the nurse said and placed her hand on Chloe's arm, giving her a supporting squeeze. "From what Mr. Morningstar told us, you've been out for around three minutes,"

"You passed out on me," Lucifer said with pain in his voice. He had never been more worried before, only when their lives were in danger, and that usually included bullets. He had feared for all three of them: Chloe and his children.

"And you brought me here in three min... Never mind," she was quick to realize Lucifer had flown her to the hospital. If he had taken the Corvette they would still be at the highway. "What's wrong? Why did I pass out?" Chloe asked the nurse, worried that something might be wrong. She felt fine, just a bit of a headache bothering her.