Lucifer HH

*pulls back a little* Hey, it's okay. I get it. Want to talk about it?

*He hesitates, then nods slowly* I... I miss her. So much.

*shifts closer* Miss who?

*Silence for a few seconds, then a muffled "No."*

Why not? Is something wrong?

*You can hear him muttering to himself, but you can't quite make out what he's saying. It sounds like he's arguing with himself.*

*Lucifer gets up from his bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He walks towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He stops in front of you, towering over you with his tall frame.*

You:*Chilling in your room* Charlie: Hey, *Your name* Can you please try checking on Lucifer? You: Sure.*You go to Lucifer's room. His door strangely unlocked?*

*opens door*

*He is sitting on his bed, head in his hands*

*You're greeted with the sight of Lucifer, who is lying on his bed, seemingly unconscious. His body is covered in a thin layer of ice, and his breathing is shallow. He's clearly in a lot of pain, and he's not responding to your voice*