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“THOSE ANGELS ARE GONNA PAY for this,” Sylas grumbled.
We were all sitting in the emergency room, surrounding Griffin’s bed while we waited for a doctor to come and tell us what the news was. Edelweiss was sitting on the floor at my feet. She’d been silent for the past ten minutes, but it didn’t seem like she was going to talk any time soon. Lucifer and Elton were the only ones that were really talking, but I couldn’t help but notice that Lucifer didn’t seem to care too much about what was going on. I wasn’t going to say anything - mostly for Griffin’s sake - but Wyatt didn’t look like he had the same intentions.
Then again, Wyatt was the prince of Wrath. I supposed I couldn’t expect too much from him.
I noticed that Sylas was pale (well, paler than usual) and he was slouching in his chair with his leg bouncing up and down. I felt sorry for him and I wanted to comfort him, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think there was anything I could do. Sylas was never a fan of hospitals, though he spent plenty of time in them when we were kids.
We all perked up with the doctor came in and I looked over as Lucifer reached over and put his hand on Sylas’s arm. Sylas looked at Lucifer pleadingly, but Lucifer didn’t get the chance to say anything before the doctor started talking.
“The good news is, he’s most likely going to be fine,” the doctor mused, “The bad news is I’d like to keep Prince Griffin for a few days - just in case something happens.”
The doctor was mostly looking at Lucifer, but that was probably a smart move. Other than Lucifer and me, none of us had any idea about anything to do with medical stuff and most of the others didn’t want anything to do with it, to begin with. Sylas was just the most vocal about his hatred of doctors and hospitals - Elton, Lachlan, Gus, and even Wyatt weren’t fans either.
Lucifer nodded a little, ignoring Griffin’s protest that he wanted to go home. “Thank you, Doctor,” he mused, “Do you know where he’s being moved to yet?”
The doctor shook his head, “No. Probably the royal suite, though.”
Lucifer smiled and nodded. Well, at least that meant Griffin would have a private room. None of us were the greatest at sharing our space with other people. Elton and Gus were the only exceptions to that rule and even then, they were only okay when it came to sharing their space with each other, not other people.
After a few more exchanges between Lucifer and the doctor, we were left alone again while everything was prepared for Griffin to be moved. Griffin scowled at Lucifer, wincing a little as pain shot through his side and gripping the side of the bed until his knuckles were white.
“I don’t see the point in staying here,” Griffin grumbled, “It’s not like they can do anything for the pain.”
As a general rule, demons couldn’t have painkillers (the joke was always that “they killed the pain, alright - they killed the demon so he’ll never have to feel pain again”) and - even though we weren’t originally demons - we were no exception.
“You have to stay, Griffin,” Lucifer hummed, “Doctor’s orders.”
Griffin huffed at him and looked at Sylas, “Sy, why don’t you go back home? You don’t have to be here.”
Sylas shook his head, “Nope.”
Griffin raised an eyebrow, “Why not?”
After some hesitation, Sylas turned his gaze to the ground. “I don’t want to be alone,” he lamented.
I didn’t think any of us were going to argue with that. I was too proud to admit that I was scared out loud, but I was.
“The last time anything like this happened, we were all still in Heaven, right?” Elton asked meekly, leaning against the wall and cracking his knuckles.
Though Lachlan was the youngest, Elton had the least amount of memories from our time in Heaven. I knew why that was - we all did - but we all agreed a long time ago not to tell him what happened to him. What happened to Lachlan was bad enough. We didn’t need to rehash what happened to Elton, too.
“I believe so,” Lucifer nodded, “That was when we had the big health scare with Sylas.”
Sylas released a noise that made him sound like an injured puppy and rubbed his forearms up and down, “Can we not talk about my health problems?”
Sylas was always getting sick when we were in Heaven, though. That was part of what made him so lethargic - that sickness that we were talking about had taken a lot out of him and he was still suffering from the consequences of it. Back in Heaven, the angels started calling him “Sloth” because he was so “lazy” (granted, we tried to keep the details of his illness under wraps, so it was partially our fault). That was why he eventually became the prince of Sloth.
Gus looked at him, “Sylas, relax. It’s not like anyone’s going to get you.”
Sylas didn’t say anything else, but I saw him move a little closer to Lucifer as a nurse walked past, driving a cart filled with tubes that all had colored caps on them.
“This is the first time Griffin’s been in the hospital and in this much pain, though,” Wyatt said, an obvious edge in his tone, “How is that time worse than this time?”
Lucifer shook his head, “I never said it was, Wyatt. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“It doesn’t look like you care,” Wyatt huffed, glancing back and forth between Lucifer and Griffin.
“Why wouldn’t we argue here?” Wyatt snapped, “I’m just saying that you and Lucifer don’t seem too bothered by this whole thing - if you don’t care that much, then you can leave. We don’t need you here just to take up space.”
I looked up at him, noting the tears that were filling his eyes.
“Lachlan, trade places with me,” I requested as I got to my feet, wanting to sit beside my younger brother and try to comfort him. I couldn’t help Sylas, but I was hopeful that I could help Wyatt.
Lachlan looked up at me and furrowed his eyebrows and started to argue when we were all distracted by Lucifer getting up and walking out of the room without a single word to any of us.
“Lucifer-” Elton began, going to follow him.
Gus shook his head, “Leave it, El... he obviously doesn’t care about us.”
“Gus, stop it, you know that’s not true,” Elton argued.
I sighed as I traded places with Lachlan and sat down in the chair next to Wyatt and put my arm around his shoulders. I refused to believe that Lucifer didn’t care about us, but things weren’t pointing that way at all. Perhaps that was just my pride talking. Maybe Lucifer didn’t care about us and I was just wishing that he did.
“Are we staying here?” Elton asked me, “Overnight, I mean.”
I looked over at Sylas questioningly. I didn’t want to make that kind of decision for him. He looked like he needed to leave regardless of what he wanted to do, but I wasn’t going to force him to leave if he wanted to stay.
“We’re staying here with Griffin until we at least know if he’s staying here,” Sylas decided, “Lucifer might be okay with leaving, but I’m not.”