Lucifer: Taken

Part III

*I know this is supposed to be a collection of one-shots and prompts, but I got some positive feedback on the first chapter, so I'm going to continue it for a while more, and create a new work for one shots when I get there :) Chloe's POV*

Chloe's leg bounced in anxiety all the way to the hospital. Dan had volunteered to drive, and it was a good thing he did. If she had driven, she certainly would have been in an accident with how distracted she was. With the sirens and lights flipped on, Dan was able to follow closely behind the ambulance. When it turned to park in its garage and Dan turned the opposite way into the parking lot, Chloe's head snapped around to look at him.
"Relax, Chlo. I can't follow them there; we have to park like normal people," he explained.
"We're not normal people," she muttered, unbuckling her seat belt and throwing the door open before he had even finished parking. She jogged to the entrance of the ER, Dan close behind her. As they approached the reception desk, she pulled out her badge, flashing it to the girl behind the desk.
"My name is Detective Decker, I'm with the LAPD. We just followed an ambulance in; where can I find them?" she demanded, feeling Dan step up behind her. The girl, likely in her mid twenties, reached up to tighten her ponytail.
"What's the patient's name?" she asked, hands hovering over the keyboard.
"Lucifer Morningstar," Chloe responded impatiently, looking around for any sign of her partner.
"The Lucifer Morningstar? Like, owner of Lux?" the receptionist asked in disbelief, mouth slightly ajar. Chloe huffed, annoyed that even now, Lucifer's fame was causing her problems.
"Yeah. Where can I find him?" she repeated. The doors opened to her side, and she immediately caught sight of the EMTs that had been with Lucifer. She ran over to meet them, and they nodded.
"Detective, we're handing him over to the on call physician. You can't follow us," the younger one said as the flashed a badge in front of a keypad. The red light turned green, and the other EMT pushed the door open for them.
"I have to; he's my partner," she insisted, coming to a stop outside the door.
"I'll give them your name and have them let you know when you can see him," the EMT called back, pushing the stretcher quickly away from her. Chloe huffed in frustration, turning back around to see the receptionist with her phone out, pointed as if she was taking pictures of Lucifer.
"Take one picture of him and I will end your career," Chloe threatened, and Dan gently grabbed her upper arm. The receptionist put her phone down hurriedly, looking guilty.
"Chloe. Come on. Let's have a seat and wait. I'm sure he'll be out soon," Dan suggested, and they unhappily took their seats, waiting impatiently for news.
Three hours later, a doctor appeared in the doorway.
"Family of—" he stopped, squinting at the lettering on his chart. "Lucifer Morningstar?" The name came out as a question, but Chloe jumped up.
"That's us," she confirmed. At his questioning look, she showed her badge, and Dan showed his. "Detectives Chloe Decker and Daniel Espinoza, LAPD. Lucifer is my partner." The doctor nodded, and held the door open, ushering them through.
"Excellent. Lucifer is stable and in recovery. It was touch and go for a little while, but we brought him back. We did a few transfusions with all of the blood loss . . ." his voice trailed away as Chloe's thoughts ran wild at the phrase touch and go. What if she had lost him? How would she come back from that? How was she supposed to go back to her job, knowing what had happened?
". . . two broken ribs, and that stab wound on his lower left abdomen. That one was pretty deep. I thought we might lose him for a while there. What happened to him, exactly?" It took Chloe a few moments to realize that he was talking to her. Thankfully, Dan was paying attention, and answered for her.
"He was held and tortured for three days," he said flatly. Chloe bit her lip, and the doctor fell silent until they approached and stopped at a sliding glass door. He slid it open, and beckoned Chloe and Dan inside.
"This will be his room for a while, I'd imagine. He's doing better, but not out of the woods yet, I'm afraid. We usually have visiting hours, but who am I to impede an active investigation?" The doctor shrugged and gave a small smile to Chloe, who tried to return it. They entered, and Chloe went right to Lucifer's side, staring at everything that was so wrong. The stitches, his ghostly white pallor, the wires poking out from everywhere. The sight of the IV nearly made her sick, thinking of the use it originally had. She pulled a chair to his bedside, took her seat, gently took Lucifer's limp hand, and squeezed. Her mind subconsciously took note of Dan taking a seat in the corner, and she rested her head on the back of her chair, staring at Lucifer's still face.
Chloe and Dan remained there all day, Dan occasionally getting up to stretch or get a drink. They talked a bit, interacted with the hospital staff as they needed to. Mostly, they stayed quiet, each processing what they had seen in their own way. Chloe took a few minutes to contact Maze, who said that she would head for the hospital immediately, Amenadiel, who didn't answer his phone, and Linda, who was out of town but said that she would catch the next flight in to be with Lucifer.
Around 9:00pm, Chloe noticed Dan asleep, and sighed, taking one last look at Lucifer before allowing her eyes to close as well, her hand still holding Lucifer's on the side of his IV. She drifted into an uneasy sleep after the day's events, the last sight she saw being the bruises around Lucifer's neck.
Chloe was jostled awake by her hand dropping and the sound of the monitors in the room increasing in speed. As her eyes opened, she saw Lucifer's eyes also open wide and as unsettled as she had ever seen him. In the two seconds it took her to register that he was awake, she also realized what was happening.
"What are—" she started, and then made the connection. Lucifer's fingers tore at the tape keeping the IV in his arm, doing their best to get it out despite how much they trembled. "Lucifer, stop. Stop! It's okay!" She glanced at the monitors, watching his heart rate climb up to 187 and then grow steady as he made eye contact with her.
"Detective," he greeted her breathlessly, relief clear in his voice.