Fallen angel

Chapter 6 – Christo's nausea

"Are you feeling better, Christo?" Killia asked calmly, looking down at the angel in his lap, "Do you still feel sick?"

Christo responded to the last question only with a slow nod. He was still feeling pretty bad and a bit dizzy, which was probably the side effect of his fall. Anyways, he didn't feel well and the pain didn't diminish, so that Christo was still uncomfortable with the whole situation.

He was afraid to move, fearing that his condition would worsen even further, so he tried to stay as motionless as possible. However, this didn't change the nausea from which he had to swallow hard. He had the miserable feeling that his last consumed food was looking for a way out. His stomach seemed to turn upside down.

"If you don't feel well, then try to take a deep breath, plip!" Usalia advised encouragingly.

"T-That won't change... a-anything" he whispered wearily, not trusting in the methods of a child. He just wouldn't have trusted in any of the methods if they had been offered to him right now, as they were all sounding bad to him. Above all, he believed that he was too weak to overcome this nausea. How could such a ridiculous, scientifically unproven method help him?

"At least try it, Christo."

Killia also tried to give his weak friend courage and smiled at the angel, "Then, you will know if anything has changed."

"Fine," the angel muttered, though he was not entirely convinced. Why should simple breathing be able to defeat the bad nausea? That made no sense, no matter from which perspective he looked at the subject. However, he wanted to try it at least now, also for the sake of his friends. After all, they also made the effort to be there for him in this predicament. He should be grateful for any help.

So, Christo took a deep breath in and out, which easily calmed him down. For a brief moment he forgot all the worries that plagued him, and he was able to relax for a moment. However, the recovery lasted only for a moment, because he felt sick again. Surprisingly, he waved his hands quickly to his mouth. So fast that he felt pain in his arm bones.

"Christo?" Killia looked down in astonishment at the strong trembling angel until he realized what Christo was up to. Then he shouted to the others, "Better get a bucket."

"N-no ...", Christo contradicted and still fought against the nausea, "I-It's fine."

"Really?", Usalia questioned with a worried look, "You're very pale, plip."

He just nodded at her question and tried not to show that the nausea tortured him more than he wanted to admit. He still had the hope that he was at least strong enough to fight such a ridiculous nausea. However, he was the last one to notice that he was too weak for resistance.

"Christo, you don't have the strength to fight, so don't try to resist" Seraphina told him sternly and put a bucket next to him, "Let it out before it takes all the strength you really need."

"B-but ..." Christo tried to resist despite everything, even if the nausea and the pain was getting worse every second. Somewhere, his angelic mind told him he couldn't give up yet. He didn't want to let something fall again and cause problems with it. That's why he didn't dare give in.

"Christo, give up already" Killia said in a gentle voice, rubbing reassuringly over Christo's head, "you can also prove strength without having to fight."

"Yes, exactly!" Usalia also encouraged him and gave him a loving smile, "I always think you're strong because you're my savior, plip!"

"Show strength without strength?", Red Magnus wondered and puzzled, head tilted, "Sounds super wrong."

"Oh, shut up, muscle head," Seraphina glared at him, then looked at Christo: "Don't listen to that idiot. Trust me, everyone has a special power and it's ok to be weak. "

"Yeah, your friends are here to help you when you feel under the weather," Killia said calmly, thinking briefly about Lieze, whom he had left behind in Flowerful. However, she also wanted to stay there to look after injured demons, "Just let it happen."

"T-Thank you,"

Christo breathed in the heavy air, that made him cough harshly. The air in the Netherworlds was dusty and hot, a contrast to the clear, fresh air up in the sky. A change that left the angel with breathing problems. So, he didn't get enough air, which only increased his nausea, until it finally became too much. Finally, he couldn't take the pressure of fighting inside of him anymore, so he gave in. That's the reason why he once swallowed violently and grabbed the bucket with a strong trembling, aching hand. Killia supported him as best he could by holding the bucket and gently rubbing Christo's back as the injured, dizzy-feeling angel threw up. His friends just looked at him with concerned, compassionate faces, their faces becoming more serious. Neither of them could even begin to guess how bad it was to fall from the sky. But the effects of that fall they could saw with their own eyes: Christo throwing up weakly and with lack of strength, trembled with weakness. In his now tightly closed eyes, a great deal of fatigue had previously spread, which would only increase as soon as he opened his eyes again. Maybe he would lose consciousness of fatigue and of forcing the last strength out him. But at that moment no one of those present could predict what would happen to the weak angel…