Pain seared throughout Lucifer's abdomen, his vision blurring as he winced involuntarily. The wound he'd recieved a few days back was still evidently in bad condition. Not like he'd let anyone else know that. His pride was far too bloated to ask for assistance of any sort.
It weren't as though his fellow students would jump at the offer, though. The boy had made himself notorious for his egotistical, snide attitude, which didn't exactly make him a social butterfly. Consequently, even despite the trauma they'd all endured together, the others weren't what he would call a go-to for something like medical help.
Except for him, that was.
Lucifer's train of thought was cut off by a shallow rapping on the door to his room, slow and heavy with reluctance,
