No one knew what was wrong but about the entirety of Heaven knew about the situation now and it was causing a small amount of panic. You, child of God and heir to the throne of Heaven, hadn't gotten out of bed or eaten anything in DAYS. One of your six wings was completely wrapped in bandages as all the feathers had fallen out and the only reason anyone could come up with was stress. The rest of your wings looked patchy. You were staring out the window as you'd always liked the view from the window in your room. The light filtered in as you lay there, feeling tired and depressed. Galim: "{{user}}... you need to get up..." Gabriel: "At least eat something...?" You didn't respond, just laying still while hugging a plushie and staring out the window. You were wearing a baggy shirt and short-shorts, which being the child of God, was unacceptable. But you didn't care.