Antidepressant Withdrawal (5)

"Since when have you known Aaron, Mr...?" the doctor trailed off as he looked through his papers.

"Luke Morningstar." Lucifer grinned, reclining into the chair a little more. "I've already filled all the papers that were requested, or is there something more, Dr. Simigh?"

"This is just a formality." He placed his interlaced fingers on the desk. "Though you do understand that what Aaron doesn't need right now is more stress, right?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "What are you insinuating, doctor?"

"Aaron has never mentioned you, my apologies if I'm being a little rude. But you must understand that I've to protect my patient."

"I have been Aaron's friend for a very long time now; I've been worried about him since I've known he got out of Stanford."

"And I guess that now that you've finished your studies, you're able to finally find the time to see him," he asked, looking through the papers he had filled with just a movement of a hand.

"Exactly. Now the law firm I'm working in is rather close to this place and I wanted to see my old friend." Lucifer smiled sweetly, and if the doctor ignored some other formalities then, well, his lack of patience may be the one to blame.

He was soon led into a large light-yellow room filled with tables and chairs. Two guards stood in opposite corners were a couple more of patients were talking with their own visits. He waited on his seat, a hand under his chin as he kept looking at the other door that led into the patient's wards. Excitement made his vessel's heart leap when he sensed Aaron's soul near, full of confusion and fatigue. A nurse opened the doors and it didn't take Aaron any time to notice him. His face was priceless when Lucifer waved a hand.

"Hello, Aaron."

Aaron gave him a tight smile and turned towards the nurse. "Thanks, Roger." The nurse nodded and left, not without throwing Lucifer a curious glance before. By the time they were out of earshot, Aaron was already leaning to whisper somewhat harshly, "What in the hell are you doing here?"

"Nice choice of words." He moved his fingers on top of Aaron's hand, which were under the table, and started to playfully tap at them to calm him. It hadn't escaped from his notice how red Aaron's cheeks were, nor the way his eyes were slightly unfocused and watery.

"I'm serious." Aaron gave a quick glance around before he bit his lower lip and looked down at their hands. "Why are you here?"

"Well, you did mention that your doctor wanted you to make more friends." He gestured at himself. "Well, here I am."

"That was two days ago." Aaron rubbed his face with his free hand. "Yes, I know, but Luc─" He looked up at him. "What name did you chose to, um…"

"I'm Luke Morningstar now."

Aaron's lips twitched. "Morningstar?"

"It's the meaning in English of my real name."

"Oh, I didn't know that." He looked ashamed. "But, still. Luke, you need a real identity, if they realize that your persona isn't real, then…"

Lucifer placed a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "Aaron, have you forgotten who I am?" He leaned close, a smile on his lips. "I've reality at my fingertips to play with."

Aaron swallowed and looked at his left, sitting upright when a nurse turned towards them. "So you created a new identity?"

"Yes, here you've got your old friend from college, who is now working in a law firm close from here."

"Well then, thank you," Aaron said with a tired smile, his breath becoming a little more elaborated. "I know that it wasn't necessary for you to do it."

Lucifer frowned as he felt an odd mix of emotions fighting between each other inside Aaron's soul. He touched his hand again, stopping him from getting dizzy. "Aaron, are you okay?"

"Um?" He looked up, rubbed his temples gently. "I just have a headache and, well…" He shrugged. There was a certain edge on his soul that Lucifer hadn't felt two days ago. Aaron started to cough, his hand kept rubbing his forehead persistently. Lucifer moved his hand towards him, but halted when a sob escaped Aaron. "Could you heal me, please?" he pleaded in a broken tone. "I can't. I just─ please."

Lucifer touched Aaron's cheek and poured his grace inside him to cure him, trying to cleanse whatever it was that affected him. He didn't notice anything too abnormal in him, which worried him even more. Or perhaps Lucifer was overreacting, humans bodies were really weak after all.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked when Aaron breathed in relief, slowly blinking the tears away. He nodded against his hand, leaning into him when Lucifer pressed his palm on Aaron's back. Aaron sighed and curled as the tension drained from him. Then he started shivering; Lucifer was worried that it was because of his skin. He warmed it slightly but Aaron pressed a hand on his tight to stop him.

"It's not you," Aaron whispered, "I've been trembling since this morning."

Lucifer didn't bother to throw a glance at the guards when they came closer; he slid his wing on top of Aaron instead and, with a thought, stopped them from moving, commanding them to ignore them. He rubbed Aaron's back as he tried to even out his respiration, his hand holding the shirt Lucifer had chosen to wear so tightly, nails digging into his skin. If he were human he would certainly be already in pain.

"I've told you before that my brother, Michael, hears everyone's prayers now that God is no longer in Heaven, remember?" Lucifer kissed the top of Aaron's head, stopping the shivering instantly.

Aaron let a shaky breath. "Yeah, you mentioned it."

"Well, all angels are able to hear prayers; when it's directed to one in specific, they're louder."

"Are you trying to say that…?"

"I'm still an angel even if I've fallen, Aaron. I can hear prayers too."

Aaron scoffed, his soul lightening slightly. "Is this the angel version of exchanging numbers?"

"I think you're referring to cellphones." He smiled. "I just want you to know that if you ever need me, you can just pray me. I'll always come."

Aaron stayed quiet for a few seconds, then he clutched his shirt a little tighter.

"Always is a big word, Lucifer."

"I've lived since the beginning of time. I think I know what always means."

Aaron sat a little upright, enough for him to see his face. "Are you sure? Because I remember you say once that you didn't like moping people."

"Well, you seem to be the exception to the rule. I still like you better when you're not moping, though."

"So... you don't mind?"

"As long as you mop only when I'm around."

Aaron choked a laugh and Lucifer moved a finger to clean the tear's strains that rolled down his cheeks. Aaron used that to lean down to kiss him briefly, murmuring thanks against his lips. Lucifer smiled and waved a hand to erase the memory of everyone around them, not wanting to cause problems to Aaron. He had told that he hadn't seen Aaron in a long time; it'd only raise more questions if others tell Aaron's doctor that they had seen him kissing him.