The Angel's Delinquent

December 6th.

Karl's POV:

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"Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?" Sapnap groans, rubbing his hands over his face. He was clearly tired for whatever reason, not that I cared or anything.

"Do you mind with the language?" I snap impatiently, twirling the chain I wore with the cross hanging lightly. He just groans again.

It was Friday, thank the Lord. Only one more week of this and I'm completely free. However I would miss learning little facts about people from Sapnaps area, I was completely shielded from all of it. In a way it made me feel almost bitter towards myself for never kind of understanding.

Thump. I snap out of my trance to see the other guys head on the desk. Be dead I almost prayed.

"OK what's up with you? You can't even think of good come backs." I sigh, closing the literature book I was holding, leaning back in my chair.

He twists his head up slightly and scowls, but I would be a liar if I said I'm not worried. He was a sickenly pale colour, almost pale green, eyebags practically bugling out underneath his sleepy eyes, a light gleam of sweat brushed across his forehead, his cheeks an unusual red.

"Your sick" I state stupidly, fully pushing the book away.

"Well done Jacobs" his voice scratches out like nails on a chalkboard. "Want a fucking medal?"

He started to cough after that, and all blood started to drain from his face. I quickly got up, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the exit.

Suprisingly he didn't fight it, he even shuffled weakly the same direction as I speed walked, luckily the toilets where just across from us.

Once we got in a stall I sat next to him, leaning against the stall wall trying not to stare at him throw up, but I wanted to make sure he was okay. He gripped the edge of the toilet seat shakily, gasping for air. I gave him a moment.

"Do you want anything?" I asked softly, peering over. He looks up nervously.

"I'm sick." He says bluntly, looking unbelievablely glum. I find myself giggling a little at his expression.

"Want a fu-fricking medal?" I smile widely, and much to my surprise he smiles slightly back with his chalky white lips.

I helped him up after going back to the library to collect our things and put them in my locker, we had a moment of debating and very poor threats from his part, and even though he is a little taller then me leaned akwardly on me and I tried to support his body weight as we staggered through the hallways silently.

I don't know why I was so worried. People get sick all the time. But then again, this was a small offgrid town in the USA, and he almost definitely would struggle with the cost of medicine.

He quietly told me which way to go, and we stumbled slowly towards his house. Luckily it being a small town means it really wasn't that far of a walk at all. He was clearly coming down with a fever, which could be quite serious.

We ended up in the most dodgy block, and I found myself feeling extremely self conscious. It was wrong to feel nervous, but I couldn't help it. I had never been in this area before, I wasn't allowed too.

We got to the apartment block, and heaved ourselves up the moldly, creaking wooden stairs. We went up 3 flights with a few people glaring at us, I just looked away. He pushed the door open without unlocking it, I raised my eyebrows.