*Freefall POV*
I arrive home and silently unlock my door as I put my wings away, I close the door behind me and take my jacket and sunglasses off, and put them in my room.
I go back to the kitchen and look around warily, what can make me seriously ill?
I open the fridge and see some raw meat, I wince at the thought and sighed.
'If it's going to do the trick.' I mumble to myself, I open the small container and grab a little piece out. 'God, I'll need help after this.'
I close the fridge door and stand at the bench with the piece of raw chicken still in between my thumb and index finger.
I chuck it in my mouth and force myself to swallow it, almost gagging at the taste and sliminess.
'Oh god.' I mumble weakly.
