Scars (a G/t story)

Chapter 3

When Fyn opened his eyes again, his vision was immediately flooded by white lights. He lifted his hands up to cover his face. Upon doing so, the feeling of numbness returned to his body again. He groaned from the pain.

Once he got a better grasp of his conscience, he realized that he was laying down on a flat surface, his head facing upwards. He squinted his eyes to avoid being blinded by the light above him. As his vision became clearer, he found that his raised arms had something wrapped around them. They appeared to be thick, white strips of cloth. He could feel something touching his leg, and looked down to find large fingers that were wrapping a bandage around his left leg. His left pant leg had been rolled up. Following the hand, he was met with the enormous familiar face that wore those circular-shaped gadgets. The fairy gasped as his eyes widened with sudden fear.

The human's eyes darted up when he heard the fairy. "You're awake!"

"Aaaahh!" the fairy yelped as he brought his leg away from the human's fingers. He sat up and began to scoot backwards. His weak arms wobbled, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto his back. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

"Be careful! Your wing- it's broken," he spoke with caution.

"My wing?" Fyn frantically sat back up and attempted to flex his wings. "Argh!" The fairy brought his hand behind him and slowly trailed it down his right upper wing to find a long, stick-shaped object attached to it. As he traced alongside the stick, he felt a small tear in his wing perpendicular to it. Fyn's heart skipped a beat. I won't be able to fly...

Fyn glanced down where he was sitting to find that he was on top of a wooden surface. Around him were large books and human objects and contraptions that he couldn't recognize. His breathing quickened.

"Calm down, I don't want you to get hurt any more than you already are," The human slowly brought his enormous digits towards the fairy.

"Get away from me!" Fyn rolled around onto his knees to shakily stand up and ran from the hand that was approaching him. He collapsed and crawled behind one of the large cylinder shaped objects that was on the desk. Fyn sat down to bring his knees up to his chest and covered his head with his arms, shaking. Where am I? Why did this human take me?

Fyn heard the cylinder-shaped object rattle with the sticks inside of it. The human had picked it up to find the fairy hiding from behind.

The human slowly reached out towards the fairy. "Listen, you're severely injured and I need to help you-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

He halted upon hearing the distressed tone of the fairy's voice, his fingertips several inches away from him. The tiny creature was quivering and curled up in a ball. It only till now that the human noticed the fairy's now exaggerated gestures of fear. He was only trying to attend to the fairy's wounds, but he appeared more vulnerable and terrified once he was aware of his presence. It was nothing like when he was still in the trap. He's scared. Of course he's scared. The human sighed and slowly placed the cylinder back where the fairy was sitting. "Okay, I won't."

Fyn slowly brought his head up from his lap to get a better look at his arms and left leg that were wrapped in bandages, noticing how his clothes were tattered and covered in dried mud. Where there were rips, scratches were left on several parts of his body. "Wh-where am I?"

"You're in my study, inside my home. I brought you here when I found you outside in the storm."

"The storm..." Fyn managed to recall what had just happened to him before he went unconscious. Flying above the forest, the humans in white suits, a flash of light... "But why? Why did you take me?"