(Requested by Kannezuko, again 🤡. Hope you enjoy this one too! No broken 🦴's sry.)

You've always had a temper.

Because of this, you would get into fights at least once every other week. You'd come back to the Hotel, bloody, beaten, and bruised. But you always shrugged it off saying that it wasn't that big of a deal and that you could handle it since you've dealt with worse. Though, once you befriended the kind of hell himself, he seemed to ignore that completely and sorta became your personal nurse.

Today, like now other. Some random bitch named Susan came out of nowhere while you were out with your friend Alastor in cannibal town, and just started being, well, a bitch. She was constantly complaining about you doing something wrong, like how your posture was slouched, or about completely unrelated shit. Like, just barging into conversations to make snarky comments.

And of course like anyone would in this situation, you and her got in a fight. It started as an argument, and then lead to a fist fight. Alastor however, let you do your thing since he 'didn't want to get involved and ruin his suit'. His words not mine. So, after a few minutes of the two of you tussling, you went back to the Hotel with Alastor trailing behind. Alastor walked you up to Lucifers room, and once Lucifer opened the door, he tossed you over to him and said "Make sure they aren't dead." and closed the door before walking away to his own business.

You were covered in bite marks, brusies, and slashes that Susan had given you during the fight. He sighed and lead you to sit on his bed, before pulling out a First-aid kit from his drawer and sitting down beside you. He took out the disinfectant and a small cloth before cleaning your wounds. Whole he was doing so, he spoke.

"What happened this time?" He said calmly as he never took his eyes off the wound on your arm that he was currently tending to. Gosh, maybe he needed to give you lessons on self control. He was positive those wouldn't work though.