Featherlight

10. Angelic Injuries

THIRD PERSON

A guttureal groan sounded in the nearly empty room.

Hope immidietly shifted her attention at her face, temporarly pause her rag-cloth-wound-cleansing.

Featherlight's eyes fluttered open, overlooking the white ceiling with a glassy gaze.

Her head pounded, that was for sure, but Hope had no clue, which part of 'falling from the sky' does someone grow their canine, and.. ears?... made from blue light.. or something.

Featherlight jolted up, looking around the room.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I was just cleaning your wounds." Hope said with a calming tone, putting the bloodied rag down, into the crimson-hinted water.

Featherlight reached for her head, holding it with a wince. It was clear the young angel was in great amounts of pain.

Hope murmured to her, guiding her body to lay back down, on her soft, baby pink comforter, and soon, Featherlight fell back asleep.

Hope was coincidentally taking out the trash, after her mother nagging her about it, for a good five minutes, when she saw a blue sploch in the corner of her eye, rapidly fall towards land.

Featherlight's unconscious body landed, slapping up dust, toring grass.

From the rapid adrenaline rush of hers, she, somehow managed to carry the heavy body of the angel up onto the second floor panel apartment, and dragged the hero into her room, where she begun to treat her wounds.

Because of her excessive and rather dangerous stunts, she pulls during some of hobbies, her family didn't question her for a second, when she gathered the needed supplies.

Now, here she sat, with an unconscious fucking angel in front of her, warm water and a rag.

Featherlight's wing dislocated, probably in the impact. She also hit the back of her head very hard, which is an already sensitive area for humans. She also acquired various bruises, cuts and rashes along the way down, as her fall was broken by a tree mid-way, at least.

By this point, Hope had already noticed, how quickly the drug in the dart she took out of her wing was wearing off, and some of the very light bruises were already healing up. It was quiet easy to see, since at most places of impact, her leather armour was torn and ripped.

The back of Featherlight's head stopped bleeding a while ago, now, Hope just needed to wait for her brain to catch up with everything, and release her from her coma-like rest. She just hoped her family wouldn't interrupt, until then.

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HOPE

Two days have passed, simce I brought Featherlight in. Yesterday, my mother declared I was healthy enough, to go back to school tomorrow, which is a bummer. Cause, oh, I dunno, maybe because there is a friggin' ANGEL in my ROOM!

At some point during the night, her wings retracted into her scapula, so, she no longer was taking up most of the space in my room. I have been sleeping on my beenbag chairs. That is, if you comsider desperate paranoia, and constantly checking up on both the ever-empty hallway and Featherlight.

My alarm clock read 6:47 AM, as I was getting ready for school. I normally left at 7,and I was at school by 30.

Now, I was very anxious about leaving. I honestly don't know how my parents would react.