Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 17 | The Divine Infection

          Five days in a hospital, as a patient, it starts to get to you. Technically it's been eight days but I was unconscious for the first three. I didn't have to deal with the deafening silence and the continuous bright lights. For as long as I can remember, I preferred the dark. Once I finally had the courage to embrace it, I'm forced back into the light. It's torturous.

          You run out of things to talk about easily. Small talk, that is. I still had plenty of questions to ask about this situation. Whenever we would get anywhere, a nurse would walk in to check my vitals. They're keeping a close eye on me because one of cuts on my wrists got infected. It's my left, luckily, but that doesn't make it any less painful. Red streaks run along my arm, sourcing from the cut. It's very swollen and yes, there is puss. This isn't some fairytale world where injuries are glamorous, okay?

          The guys would switch off who came to visit. Chris never left the room. I mean, he couldn't. He's just as hazardous as I am, if not more. He could always go back to Earth though and he hasn't. I understand he doesn't want to leave me but the purity of Heaven is dragging him down. Think of Earth as a neutral zone. Humans are neutral too. Heaven is positive and light creatures are positive. Hell is negative and, you guessed it, dark creatures are negative.

          Chris may technically be a dark creature but for the most part, he's neutral. I've never met someone quite like him. You don't just change your energy without changing your physical form. For example, when an angel becomes a crow, we go from positive to negative. When a human gets turned into a vampire, they go from neutral to negative. But you can't stay one type on the outside and change on the inside. Chris, though, somehow managed to do it. So, Heaven makes him weak because of the positivity and Hell makes him weak because of the negativity. It's fucked up.

          I've been trying to push him to go back home. Yeah, I want him here, but not at this cost. I can still survive the positive energy because I'm not 100% a crow. There's still a tad of innocence left in me. Chris has none and I can tell it's killing him. Ghost only comes up once every other day to let the guys switch up who's staying and going. I keep urging Chris to fucking leave so he won't end up in a hospital bed himself. He's got to be a stubborn ass.

          You might be wondering why Ghost is coming up so infrequently. Well, turns out when he opens tears, it's detectable by some demons. Those big fucking things that kidnapped me? Yeah, that's what can detect it. Joyous. Fucking great. We shouldn't have a problem with it now that Carmella is dead but we still have to be careful. They can only tell what side it's opened on, not where it's going to.

          That's why they couldn't find us when the guys rescued me from the sanctuary. They opened it on that dimension's side, not on Earth's side. Chris told me when they used to sneak back to Hell, they would take a boat out on the water to open it. Demons aren't big fans of water. It doesn't hurt them but they just don't like it. Kind of like cats. I'm not saying cats are demons, but... You know what, they actually might be. Having wings, I've never met a cat that didn't try to use me as a toy. We're getting off track here.

          They think that demon monster beast thing found me because Ghost opened a portal, but he fled before it could catch him. Ricky said Ghost was missing the day I was kidnapped. They assumed he was caught and were just as shocked to find out differently. We haven't gotten a chance to discuss it with Ghost. When he comes up here next, trust me, I want fucking answers. When you know opening a portal would attract very powerful demons to your location, I want to know why the fuck you did it.

          He's supposed to be coming up in about a half hour. Ricky is currently slumped in a chair in the corner with his nose in a book. I was sat cross legged on the top of the bed and Chris sat across from, mirroring our positions. I've gotten so sick of this place. The sanitary smell of the sheets is revolting. Just when they start to smell like Chris' cologne too, someone comes and fucking changes them. I can't leave this room and that fact is getting to me too. Most of all, I miss both getting fed decent food and getting fed off of.