You're The Sin, I'm The Sinner

8. Help Now

One week later
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Frank's POV

I slowly made my way down the stairs, trying my best to not fall down with each step. I couldn't feel any energy inside me anymore, I could feel that I wasn't a demon anymore, but that meant I was nothing, so I held onto it even more. I was tired, my eyes never turned black, but I saw them turn grey once. The color of my wings. I was currently shirtless, dragging a hoodie with me just in case I had to quickly hide them. I knew why I was tired, but I kept ignoring hunger because I was tired, now here I was, needing sustenance so I could go back to sleep.

As I reached the kitchen, I clutched my stomach and groaned, feeling it tighten and subside after a few minutes of standing there. I felt woozy, feeling the headrush of moving too fast and sighing as I grabbed a can of chicken noodle soup. I looked up what could make me feel better, it gave me a bunch of bullshit diets, but it also gave me chicken noodle soup and hydration. I did my best, pouring the can in a pan and painfully waiting for it to warm up. I held onto my stomach and couldn't take the pain much longer, waiting until it was warm enough and then pouring it into a bowl.

It wasn't hot, I didn't leave it on too long seeing as some of the noodles were cold, but I didn't give a fuck as I scarfed it down. Chicken and all. I felt a little less pain in my stomach, sighing out of relief and then looking into the cabinets for more. I couldn't care what I was putting into my mouth at this point, climbing up onto the counter with my hoodie and sighing as I grabbed for the chicken noodle soup cans. I put two cans into the pan I used at boiling temperature, feeling my stomach growling again and groaning as it actually sounded desperate.

I saw the soup boiling, taking it off the stove and pouring all of it into my bowl. No spills. I took it a little slower this time, seeing as it was a little hot and I already had one can of soup inside of me. I slowly became full, feeling the noodle texture to be soothing. As I was almost done, I felt like my body had healed up already, sighing again and slowly eating to finish off the soup. As I heard the door, I grabbed a napkin, chewing quickly and slipping on my hoodie to hide my wings, facing my soup again just so Gerard wouldn't see me. Hiding my wings though had started to become a task for a blanket now.

I don't know why, but I really wanted to look my best for him at this point, but it was undecided of why. I ate slowly, letting the rest of the soup slide down my throat as I finished it off. I went to the sink, keeping my head down, but I knew Gerard was on the other side of the counter and I knew he was staring at me. I washed out the pan and the bowl so it could be washed easily later, but with Gerard staring at me, I had to get upstairs, and fast.

I felt my wrist being grabbed, being spun around to face Gerard, and being quite close to him. His eyes studied me, looking at my eyes for a few seconds too long, feeling my face grow hot and thinking it was going along with whatever molting wing change. "Are you okay, Frank?" He asked simply, though the question took me back a little. No one asks someone that out of the blue without knowing them, or so I'd been taught and kind of coward away from Gerard on instinct.

"Um, not like you actually care, but it's just wing pain," I half-lied, taking my wrist back so I could stop feeling this weird electricity in that hand. I hated it, but it felt like nothing I'd ever experienced, shutting my mouth when I thought I'd ask what it was. "You sure? Your feathers were kind of... Well, everywhere, and the bathroom is clean," Gerard stated, though he seemed to be so calm, and yet I could feel my heart racing. Ugh! I didn't even know what those other feelings were, what signals these kinds of things anyway?

"Yeah, molting is hard for a demon, I guess. Maybe. I don't know, I don't remember it lasting this long," I admitted, pulling my hoodie down a little as my wings pressed against it, trying to come out. I tried my best to keep it under control, but I wasn't joking about the joint pain in my bones. "Well, you can always... Talk, if you need it," Gerard assured, though it made me doubt myself.

"I'm a demon, don't you hate me?" I asked quietly, looking at him and tilting my head. It occurred to him apparently, because he stood there for a few minutes and stared at me. "I kind of thought we'd be past that by now. It wasn't that you're a demon, it was that our place was a mess all the time," He explained, rubbing his neck a little. I nodded, knowing that was mostly my wings that made the mess, but I couldn't say that because it would raise suspicion of my wings.

"Yeah, I guess I just acted out 'cause I'm not used to living here," I mumbled, looking up the stairs, and then back at Gerard. "Well, maybe you'd get used to it if you came out more often," He suggested, though that would mean having to wear a hoodie, jacket, blanket all the time. I'd rather wait out whatever this was first, so my wings wouldn't look so... Terrible. "Yeah, I'm not the most social though," I found myself saying, but I was plenty social and confident when my wings weren't so fucked up. "Hey, you're talking to me, the most socially inept angel out there. Apparently, humans just want a first date without any knowledge of the other person. I had to experience that, with also having gotten my first phone," Gerard told me, carding his fingers through his hair as he recalled the memory.

"I've been meaning to get another one of those doohickies, I've had this one standing on its last leg for quite some time," I admitted, pulling it out of my back pocket and flipping it open. Yes, a flip phone. Thing is, I didn't even know how I cracked it! "Oh, I know this guy, really sweet and nice, it's where I got my first one a couple of weeks ago," Gerard exclaimed excitedly, pulling out his phone, it was a lot different from mine. I tilted my head, nodding and putting away my phone. "Yeah, I'll check it out sometime, but I'm gonna take a tiny nap, I finally got an appetite and now it feels like I ate too much," I announced, and half of that was true, but my wings were really aching now.

"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna be out for a little bit, but I'll see you later," Gerard said, smiling a little and turning around. "You know where to find me," I remarked, smiling a little and watching as his shoulders moved when he laughed. "Good one," He said, grabbing his keys and waving goodbye as he left. I finally went up the stairs, taking two each time and trying to not rip my favorite hoodie. I ran to my room, taking off the hoodie quickly and spreading my aching wings. I sighed out of relief, panting from running and going over to my bed.

I was a little tired now, seeing as I ran and now that everything was appeased, I could take a small nap. I lied down in my bed, seeing the floor and knowing I needed to clean it up after my nap. I ignored that for now, rubbing my eyes and sighing out of relief when I felt no more pain. It wasn't gone, but it was so much better than the last few days, I'll tell you that. I yawned and brought one of my blankets around me, closing my eyes and slipping into sleep promptly after.