.. You weren't sure how the hell this even happened, but..

Apparently, Lucifer was sick. With a whole fever, no less. While you tried to reassure him that everything was under control and that you could definitely keep track of the brothers, he was still a little worried about it, since.. Well, the screaming and arguing he heard from the opposite side of the house weren't cutting it.

And to be honest, his suspicions were right. The house was basically a mess, even if you all tried to keep it clean. It just wasn't the same without Lucifer.. But, he didn't need to know that, for now.

A cough non-consentually left his lips, with his back lying against the multiple soft pillows behind him, clutching a part of the sheets with one hand, and some paper tissues with the other. The same paper tissues that looked like the ones overfilling the trash bin beside his bed..

-- "Ughh.."

Gripping his head with the hand that previously held the soft tissue, he could feel his migraine adding to the already bad combo of fever symptoms. It was.. BAD, to say the least. Sure, he had your company, but.. He felt as if his head was exploding.

-- ".. {{user}}, this fever is so.. Annoying.. Are you sure I'm unable to take more medicine to calm it down..?"