Like everyone else does at least once in their life, Darcy has gotten lost. There are worse places to be lost than a hospital - he could be lost in a desert, or a forest, or the tundra. But he's lost in a hospital, which, while somewhat annoying, isn't terribly serious. He'd come to get the cuts in his face and shoulder checked - not that they really needed it, but it was better to err on the side of caution.

His checkup over and done with, Darcy was wandering about the hospital, and somehow foud his way into the wing of the building that comprised the ICU. His sneakers were squeaking softly on the clean tiled floor, and he felt like he should be tiptoeing. As he passed an open door, he couldn't help but look inside. What he saw caused him to stop and stare unabashedly. He blinked his golden eyes several times, as if that would change what he was seeing.

"...Lucifer...?"

Lucifer had been silently awake though his eyes were closed. He knew the voice, if only vaguely, that had spoken his name. He opened his eyes for a minute, surprised at the person who stood in the doorway.

"H-hey.. Darcy..." he offered a soft but altogether raspy greeting, his pale face brightening ever so slightly upon seeing him.

"Wh..at're.. you... doing here?"

"Never mind what I'm doing here. What 'appened to you?" Darcy asked, still looking like he didn't quite believe his eyes. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder -- he wasn't entirely certain that he was allowed to be here -- and slipped inside the room, going over to Lucifer. "Mon dieu... you were hit by a truck, or what?"

He gave a soft chuckle and then a slightly shuddery gasp at the pain it caused when he did so. "Nein... n..ot hit.. by a truck. I... only wish. T..Tw..twentieth... birthday... at a bar... g..ot... 'tt..acked. Long story.."

He blinked tiredly.

"S..it down?"

Darcy nodded and pulled up a chair, getting as close as possible. He also gave another furtive glance over his shoulder.
"I was only kidding about a truck. Euh,... 'happy birthday'?" he offered, with a faint smirk which soon vanished, replaced by a look of sincere concern. "...Are you going to be alright...?"

He smirked too, faintly and fleetingly. It was a bitter smirk laced with only a layer of a smile at what Darcy had said. He closed his eyes, murmured something along the lines of 'thanks'.

"Eh.. I... sh..ould be fine. Dunno... 'f I'll.. walk 'gain, though..."

"C'est-,... that's awful," Darcy said softly, seeking out Lucifer's hand with his own. He was silent for a moment, then seemed to perk up a little. "But it's not certain that you won't, right? Il y a , euh,.. I mean, there is still a chance. Oui? Non?"

"Like...I sa..id. Not.. sure, y'know..?" Lucifer's fingers practically tangled up in Darcy's. His hands were the only thing that didn't look hideous.

"just.. kin'a.. hoping for.. the best."

He opened his eyes to look at Darcy again.

"So... how..'ve you been?"

"Euh,... not bad," he shrugged a shoulder. "As normal as normal can be around 'ere."

He didn't mention being attacked by Mort's crazy sister because, frankly, it was unimportant right now. Comparing the two scratches on his face and the cut in his shoulder to the mess that Lucifer was, Darcy couldn't remember how it had ever been important.

"Met some people, and did... things," he said vaguely. "Got my textbooks. Going to be 'elping out at a - a,.. what's it called? ..Kennel, I think."

"That's good." Clear yet fleeting smile still. How come he wasn't still filled with despair to be in this damned hospital? Whatever the case, frankly it didn't amtter at the moment.

"I'm sorry.., that.. was a bit too descriptive.." Lucifer took a jab at light sarcasm.

"Ani..mal shelter?" He questioned.

Darcy grinned, and chuckled quietly. If Lucifer still had his sense of humor, he couldn't be that far gone.

"Yes, animal shelter, that's it," he nodded, pleased to have the right words. "I met this guy and his dog, and we talked for a while - not the dog, but 'e was nice anyway - and the guy turned out to be a vet. And I asked if 'e would need any 'elp, and he said yes. So, I'm going to be helping out."
He looked (and was) very pleased abut the whole thing.

Lucifer was used to Bomani doing that to him. Gods, how he missed that stupid, naggy, annoying Egyptian...

"Wh..at's 'is.. name? An'... 'm glad for you, Darcy... thin..gs.. have been going.. well?" He asked, looking down at his hand that was still in Darcy's.

"His name's Darien. I don't remember the last name, but I have his business card. Somewhere." He smirked faintly. "Yeah, things have been going well."

Darcy followed Lucifer's gaze, then hesitantly loosened his grip, worried that he might be holding too tight. Maye he should just let go - Lucifer might not want his hand held...

He gave a very small nod. "Mm.. 'm glad.. for you." Wait. Didn't he just say that?

"keep on.. keep'n.. on, man."

He felt Darcy loosen his grip but didn't bother questioning it. Maybe he was getting tired of holding a cold and pale hand.

"wish.. I could.. get outta here.."

Forgettng that he'd only just been wondering if he should let go, Darcy tightened his grip again.

"Wish I could take you out of here," he replied. "Hospitals are miserable. Did anyone say 'ow long it'll be before you're out?"

"They are.." he agreed and yet again closed his eyes. "It.. sucks here. 'n no vis...itors, 'cept... by accident.." He considered what Darcy had said.

"nn, I don't... remember. A couple... days? Mun..dane medi..cine.. isn't gonna help much.. though."

"I would 'ave come sooner if I'd known you were here..." Darcy said, looking hurt. From the way that it had been said, he thought Lucifer was implying that he thought Darcy wouldn't have come at all.

"A couple days? That's not so bad,..." he tilted his head slightly to one side, like a puzzled dog. "Why won't it help?"

Lucifer didn't mean to imply that. "'m sorr..y. I.. din't.. mean.. it that way. You.. couldn't have known." He shook his head very slightly.

"nnyea.. Ex..cept I can't.. stand one.. more day.. 'n here." He sighed a little, regretting he did so afterwards.

"'c..'cause. Magic's.. better. I'd.. do it.. m'self.. if I were...n't so tired.."

"'n I.. was.. told muscles don't.. just grow back.. on their own. sucks."

"Oh,... bien, I'll come visit every day until you're out," he said, trying to be encouraging. What wasn't said was "and after you get out, as well" but he hoped Lucifer would catch onto that without his having to say it.

"Wish I could help, but I've barely got any magic of my own. Not enough to 'eal a papercut," he smirked faintly. "I can try and find someone who could help, though... I might know someone, who might know someone who could do it."

That thought gave him hope, or at least a little of it. He managed to let his lips quirk into a little smile again. "thanks.." he whispered softly.

"'s.. too bad. The.. thought counts,... at least."

He looked up at him hopefully.

"Would.. you?"

He smiled back.

"Of course. I can't not, if I think I might be able to find someone to help... Can't promise anything, though I'd like to, but I will try..."

"I.. appreciate.. that. Th.. Thanks Darcy. Any..thing.. you could do.. would help at.. this point."

He was getting tired again by now, though. It wasn't as if he didn't want to talk to Darcy, it was just... he needed his rest.

"It's no problem." Darcy smirked, and gave Lucifer's hand a veeeery gentle squeeze. "I will see what can be done."

He could tell that Lucifer was tired, but didn't want to leave until he actually fell asleep. As long as Lucifer was awake, Darcy wouldn't be able to make himself leave Luc all alone.

Lucifer offered the tiniest and vaguest notion of a nod and a small smile, his grip loosening slightly on Darcy's hand.

He was giving in to sleep already.

Darcy waited until he was certain that Lucifer was asleep, then he slipped his hand out of Lucifer's and, not without a backwards glance, left.
He had some work to do.