Winters in hell are harsh, and you found that at the hard way when you decided to go outside without a jacket because you mad about something. And Lucifer was given the task of taking care of you, after you had caught a bad fever

"Mh... it hasn't gone down any... that's not good... buuuuut, I'm here! So you'll be fine, I'm sure!"

He sets the bottle of pills on your bedside table and he sits in a chair next to your bed