I am emso sorry/em it's taken this long to write another chapter. Tbh, I wasn't going to, but I was inspired and chose to do so. It's been a year, I know. Sorry XD

"Thanks for all the great comments, they also helped me continue this, and for everyone following the story, I'm sorry for the wait XD

"For the comments and people that hoped I continue, thank you and again sorry for the looooong wait.

"Yeah to the story, I dunno how happy I am with the chapter, but I wanted to write more so... XD

A few minutes had passed after Gabriel's departure and the room stayed quiet, with the exception of Raphael's muttering that could be heard as he paced across the room. Michael stared at him from where he sitting, thinking of the next move.

Lucifer had taken to staring at their pacing little brother, frowning slightly. Michael wasn't sure if that was for the current predicament or a headache. After a few more minutes of silent staring and an occasional shiver from Lucifer, Michael had had enough.

"That's it," he snapped. "Gabriel's not coming back for a while, and our pouting won't help anyone. And we have to help here somehow, because you look like shit currently Lucifer." He glanced at Lucifer whose gaze had moved to him. "No offence," Michael added with a small smirk as the other glared at him.

Raphael had stopped his pacing and was now looking at both of his brothers. He grimaced slightly, turned on his heels and walked out of the room with a short "I'll be right back," with the others staring after him.

Michael moved his gaze to Lucifer. "Now, tell me. How are you feeling?" He got up from the chair and moved to rest his hand on Lucifer's neck. "You're burning… And I can see your shivering." He frowned and tried to think of symptoms of a normal flu.

Lucifer huffed slightly at his older brothers worry but chose to answer. "I'm cold, my throat hurts and I just wanna sleep," he spoke with a raspy voice, words tinted with sarcasm, "And you?"

Michael scowled at the tone and opened his mouth to say something just as Raphael walked back into the room. Michael turned to stare at what the other was holding. Raphael, seeing his gaze, spoke, "I'm the one who looks after the fledglings. I know what I'm doing," he placed the items onto a table next to the bed, "and don't use too much grace now. It may have a negative effect on the patient if used too much."

Raphael turned to look at his older brothers who were now staring at him. "I also brought warm water for the throat and a washcloth," he glanced at Lucifer "You should go sleep. You look exhausted."

Lucifer turned to rest on his back and tuned out of the conversation as Michael and Raphael continued to talk. He closed his eyes with a sigh at the softness of the bed. He let himself drift away.

Meanwhile Michael asked what he could do to assist and was immediately given a gob. He took the damp washcloth with a dubious look, not understanding how placing it on someone's forehead could work. After a small glare from the younger, he hesitantly set it down on his sleeping brother and sat down on the side of the bed.

Moving his hand to rest it on Lucifer's arm, he glanced at Raphael, "He'll be ok soon?" he asked in a soft voice and relaxed as the other nodded. He carefully lay down next to Lucifer on the huge bed as Raphael moved to sit on the chair. The room fell silent with the occasional raspy take of breath from Lucifer as they let him get his rest.

Yeah so that's that chapter. I can't promise anything about the next chapter, but I'm gonna try and get something done.

I'd love to hear your opinions, and thanks again for all suggestions and positive comments.

Sorry again for being so lazy with this

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