Wings Of Despair - Book 2

Chapter 10

An entire week passed. It was officially seven days until Yuta's birthday. The pair had done nothing but their usual shenanigans, Greg dozing around as Yuta completed her Cupid jobs.

Greg got an extra pair of wounds on his sides. In an attempt to escape the flame's wrath, he grabbed Greg's waist and punted him across the white abyss. Greg still wasn't sure why the flame had grabbed him there; the voice wouldn't shut up about it.

Yuta dealt with her own problems as well, as she fought through the urge to keen into herself every time she went out to complete her job. As excited as she was for her body, she absolutely loathed the amount of pain she had to endure.

This night was no different than any other, as Yuta jolted awake with barred teeth. The entirety of her abdomen and stomach almost felt like it was tearing itself apart, screaming for attention. Greg was already awake, breathing heavily with his nails gripping his scalp. She noticed the way he flinched; his arms scrubbed over his eyes before forcing himself to place his attention towards her.

He asked if she was okay, though she couldn't hear over her ringing ears. Greg tried to converse with her, then abruptly hopped off the bed and wobbled his way to the kitchen. After ten minutes, he brought back a glass of water, Panadol, and a plate of toast with Vegemite on it. Greg had a soft but pitied smile on his face, as he hated seeing Yuta in such state. He first helped Yuta swallow the pills, then placed the toast on her lap. He awaited until she could respond, before she glanced towards her breakfast.

"Did you just make me toast at 3am?"

"Why not? I wanted to make you feel comfortable."

"Really? I thought you said to not eat food on the bed?" Yuta quirked an eyebrow as she quoted one of Greg's rules when they first met.

"First of all, how the hell did you remember that? Second-"

"It was only a month ago, Greg."

"Second," Greg disregarded. "this isn't our bed so its fine."

"So it's fine when its other people's things but not yours? You'd still have to sleep in the crumbs if I were to eat this, you know how much of a messy eater I am." Yuta pointed out, awaiting Greg's answer before she ate.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Then what did you mean Greg? Tell me."

Greg groaned. "Never mind. I don't care about some stupid crumbs, just eat the damn thing."

Yuta shook her head amusingly as she bit into the toast.

An awkward silence bloomed as Yuta ate her breakfast. Greg glanced towards his lap, subtly rubbing his thumb over the bandages wrapped tight around his wrists.

"So, uh... How do you feel?" Greg stammered, as he tried to pick up conversation in the dead of night. "With your body and all that?"

"Oh, I feel absolutely splendid." Yuta spoke sarcastically with an exaggerated smile, mouth full of food. She swallowed it as her face churned into a frown. "It's been absolute shit, Greg. I'd rather not talk about it."

"O-Oh, okay." Greg fiddled with his fingers. He just wanted to see if she was okay.

"Great job, dickhead."

Greg didn't flinch this time. He almost felt the voice's presence. 'Fuck off.'

"Okay, but who starts off a conversation with; 'hey, what's it like to feel dysphoric every time your body aches? Is it taking a toll on your life physically and emotionally?' you sound like a therapist. Give her some space, fucking dumbass."