You're The Sin, I'm The Sinner

7. You Okay?

Gerard's POV

I realized that after a week, Frank was not okay. I hated seeing him like this, or at least I'd say that when I got to see him. He was sluggish when he went on assignments, didn't speak to me or make snarky remarks. I'd hear him, though he'd always denied it when I asked him, crying into a pillow, and quite often did I hear him whispering to himself. I tried to check up on him, but I keep hearing the lock click and then a flop in blankets.

Another thing that was worth noting was that the shower drain was unclogged, the bathroom and mutual living space were clean. He hadn't even been outside his bedroom for two days already; it was a little concerning since we had our vessels were made to copy that of humans, just with wings. He had molted more than half of his feathers, but now I could rarely find any, even when I was going to the bathroom.

I silently walked down the hall, knocking on Frank's door and waiting for the lock to click again. As I waited, I grew more confused as I hadn't heard the familiar click. I slowly turned the knob, awaiting a pillow to come to my face again, but I could hear quiet, muffled music. As I slowly walked in, I could see that Frank was asleep. I tilted my head a little and chuckled quietly. He was just sleeping all this time, and the rest of it I just hoped was molting. As I peered into his bedroom though, my hope faded.

There were not only black feathers sprawled out everywhere, but tissues, empty/half-empty water bottles, and clothes. All of his shirts had been modified to fit his wings in as well, though I could see that much and I was only standing at his doorway. I stepped in a little bit more, seeing the mess of his room in full perspective as he was wrapped up in a blanket. His bed was about four blankets on top of him, three pillows, and then a dragon plushie. No judgment, plushies are awesome.

I looked at his face, his eyes a little red around the rim, but it looked unnatural. I walked to where the head of his bed was, his curtains closed, his music playing loudly from his earbuds that I could see now as I stood above him. I studied his face more, seeing his nose nuzzled into the pillow and his eyes relaxed. He was tense most days, but seeing him like this gave me hope that he would be okay.

All my thoughts were interrupted though as he started to move, his wings pressing up against the blanket. I panicked, looking around for a quick minute before I ran out of the room, silently shutting the door behind me before running like mad to my room. Unfortunately, I forgot to shut my door, therefore, I had to act like a was doing something just in case Frank were to walk by my room. It would be suspicious or rude if I were to close it now, but that's if he saw it closing.

I looked around my room, grabbed my book, and quickly sat on my bed. I pretended to read for a minute, hearing a door open, then a door open and close. Honestly, I was happy Frank was finally using the bathroom after being cooped up in his room. It was terribly concerning. Maybe he had been sleeping this whole time, but it was still concerning nonetheless since he would've had to be absolutely fatigued to sleep for that long and not use the bathroom. These human vessels were honestly flawed in that perspective; you drink a cup and you pour out 2 gallons in small portions every 30 minutes.

"Ah, fuck," I heard Frank whisper, seeing as my room was technically adjacent to the bathroom by the wall. Also, good hearing. I didn't want to ask what he meant by saying what he said, but I was curious anyway. I knew I couldn't ask him since he would just get angry or grumpy and tell me to "mind my own business". Or if I was lucky, he'd say " beeswax" or a simple "nothing". I just wanted to know what was wrong, he was acting weird and I didn't know why. Maybe I could help him...

I waited a little while longer, hearing a door open, and then I heard another door close. He was most likely back in his room now, it was quiet and I wondered on. When would we warm up to each other? We've gotten past the point of "Ah, a demon" and "Ah, geez, an angel". We haven't pissed each other off in what feels like forever now, I think, and we have mutual music apparently. Yeah, from what I was hearing in his earbuds, I could hear Black Flag playing, and it did change to Misfits at some point.

More and more, I was thinking, but my thoughts brought me back to Frank's bedroom, more importantly, his trashcan. It was full of black feathers. Though as I remember it, there were much more than the smaller feathers. There were primary and secondary feathers that were falling out... Or being pulled. I didn't know which one it was, but I sure didn't want it to be the latter. I put my book down, not even paying attention to it in the first place, but it was making my wrist cramp up. When you think of it, it hurts a little, but not for an angel. No, it didn't actually hurt, but the pressure in my bones was just weird and uncomfy.

I sighed a little and looked to my door, knowing Frank was just laying there, or hopefully cleaning up his room. I knew he probably wasn't cleaning, seeing as shirts I've seen him wear only once was on the floor, but an angel can only hope that he was taking care of himself. I try my best, and I know I don't always get it right, but I try and that's the important thing. As I thought of Frank, even more, I just silently prayed that he'd be okay. I know, an angel praying for a demon to be okay was unheard of, but I really did mean it now. I had indirectly gotten attached to Frank, I wasn't ready to lose him as a roommate now.

After a while of these thoughts, I felt like I was spiraling, grabbing my book to distract me now, but I could hear Frank humming a little down the hall. Somehow, someway, this boy had captured my attention all this time. Assignments reminded me of him sometimes, but that only happened twice. It gave a spark of joy to hear him humming, just the simplest tune made me bop along as I started to read. The humming was forgotten, for now, being immersed in human fiction tales of friendship and... Unashamedly, a sprinkle of romance. It was a really good book so far, but no one knew that as I read on and grinned at the fluffy parts.