As long as she is willing to wait, he will wait with her for however long it takes.
Hanging up the phone, Lucifer propped his forehead with one hand, his deep blue eyes flashing with a determined glimmer.
The entire morning, Lucifer discussed his condition with the doctor, who showed him the latest researched surgical plan.
The doctor explained the pros and cons, and although it was a risk, the surgery had a seventy percent success rate.
Once the surgery succeeded, it would completely resolve his illness.
This is why the doctor insisted on having a face-to-face discussion with him; the surgery is an adventure, one for the brave.
Of course, if they chose a conservative surgical plan, even with a heart transplant, his symptoms would still bother him.
Lucifer's slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and after a moment of contemplation, a smile curved his scarlet thin lips, "Alright."
"Your Highness Lucifer, you've agreed?"
