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“I… didn’t see that coming” Uriel groaned and fell to the ground, grabbing onto his sibling, Lucifer, as he went down.
Blood, blood, blood.
It covered his hands, chest and trousers. Lucifer didn’t even know angels could bleed this much, or if the dark lighting and damp floor were messing with his brain.
“What have I done?” Lucifer’s anguish was heard loud and clear, despite the fact they said it in a hoarse whisper. His words seemed to bounce off the high stained-glass windows and church pews before rebounding right back onto them. He could barely register the muttered words Uriel whispered to him or Maze’s comments; in their sullen haze, he realised enough that Maze had left. Maybe to let him mourn, or maybe because she didn’t want to see him looking so pathetic.
He couldn’t help but stare mindlessly at Uriel, stuck in a grief-filled stupor for the next few minutes. The next few minutes afterwards was when he finally snapped out of his trance, suddenly filled with adrenaline he didn’t know they were physically capable of.
“Oh, fuck!” Lucifer got quick to work, pulling out the knife he swore again; remembering that that was rule number one on what not to do. He was suddenly regretful of his choice to leave his phone at the penthouse, not finding a point to have it with him before and realising that not having it could be Uriel’s life or permanent death. They tried to think back to the health and safety training Chloe made him do last year and was ashamed to admit he hesitated when ripping off the sleeve of his shirt to cover up Uriel’s wound. He pressed down on the wound, remembering that applying pressure would help stop the excess bleeding before checking his pulse. Uriel’s skin was clammy against his and Lucifer remembered that being a bad sign. He did his best to check both his pulse and breathing, finding both to be weak.
Thinking quick, Lucifer realised that he had practically zero equipment and could not heal Uriel by himself. He was almost regretful for cutting off his wings, or at least not keeping any of the feathers as this whole situation would be a lot easier. Due to the general modernisation of the world, he decided that there had to be at least one phone in the building or just outside the church. After a quick debate with themself, he decided to leave Uriel on the ground and run away. Thankfully, the church was small and only had a couple of rooms other than the main area. After going through two bathrooms, three classroom-type rooms and one courtyard; Lucifer finally found an office room, presumably for the bishop, with a corded telephone on top of the desk. Rushing over he dialled the number ‘911’ and waited for someone to pick up.
“911, What’s your emergency?”
“My sibling’s been stabbed; he’s bleeding out and needs an ambulance”
“An ambulance has been sent over, are you with your sibling currently?”
“No, I needed to find a phone and this one is connected to a wire”
“Alright, can you tell me your and your sibling’s name?”
“My name is Lucifer; my sibling’s name is Uriel”
“Alright, Lucifer, I need you to stay calm and listen to what I’m saying”
At those words, Lucifer took notice of how heavily he was breathing and took a few breaths in and then out again.
“Okay, tell me what to do”
“I need you to check Uriel’s pulse and breathing, do you know how to do that?”
“Yes, I checked it earlier”
“How long ago do you think that was?”
“About uh... a minute or two ago? His breathing and pulse were very weak. I also applied pressure to his wound, and he felt really like, clammy when I touched him.”
“Is the knife still inside the wound?”
“No, it was removed”
“Alright, medical help will be arriving soon.” Lucifer sighed in relief, “Unfortunately, I will not be able to stay on the line with you as I need you to continue to apply pressure to Uriel’s wound. Can you do that for me?”
“Alright, I can do that.” With that final remark, Lucifer put down the phone and ran back over to where Uriel was; now knowing the quickest route to get there.
As the red and blue lights of the ambulance flashed through the stained windows, Lucifer quickly remembered to stash Azrael’s blade under a floorboard, with plans of getting it into safe keeping later.
As the paramedics loaded Uriel into the ambulance, Lucifer couldn’t help but notice how pale he looked under the moonlight. Splotches of blood covered Uriel’s face, most of them caused by Lucifer’s blood-stained hands. The red contrasted against the white, making Uriel look so…. vulnerable.
Lucifer tried to swallow down the guilt stuck in their throat and whispered multiple unheard apologies to Uriel. He watched as the ambulance door closed and drove off before setting in pursuit of both a ride and information about what hospital Uriel would be staying at from the workers who were still at the scene.