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33 - Wings

Headcanon that any physical peculiaritys that you are not born with are painful considering the trauma your body endures with it

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Miss Peregrine was making her way upstairs to her and y/n's bedroom. She had finished tucking the children in and needed to check on y/n, the woman having left dinner early saying she hasn't felt the greatest. The headmistress made her way down the hallway before stopping at her door, knocking three times before opening.

Alma looked over to the bed, expecting y/n to be there and grew confused when she didn't see her. Walking over to the side of the room, she seen a candle lit in the bathroom on the edge of the bath tub, the ymbryne immediately kneeling down when she seen the woman curled up on the floor.

"Are you alright?" She asks, gently gliding her thumb across the woman's cheek, concern filling her when she felt how warm she was. "Why aren't you in bed?"

"I don't feel well." Y/n whispers, earning small satisfactory from the coldness of the floor, but she had no energy to get up. She felt sick and didn't have the energy to leave the bathroom.

The ymbryne carefully set the candle aside on the counter of the sink so it wouldn't fall, carefully looking over the woman. When she went to help her up into a sitting position, y/n let out a quiet whimper when Alma's hand pressed against her shoulder blades.

"Does that hurt?" She asks, y/n sending her a weak nod and the older woman eased off of her, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort. "When did that start?"

"Since last night." Y/n mumbles, the ravenette running her talons through her hair to offer some form of comfort.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Alma asks, her tone gentle.

"It was bearable at first, but now it feels as if something is tearing my skin apart." She whispers, her voice shaking slightly towards the end, her hand twitching slightly from the pain.

The ravenette looked over her once more before her fingers found the bottom of her shirt.

"Can I see?" She asks softly, earning another nod from her. Alma was careful as she pulled her shirt up, her touch delicate when she neared her shoulders, noticing the swelling and bruising between her shoulder blades even in the dim light of the candle. Confused as to what it would be, she brushed her thumb carefully over her skin, y/n tensing slightly from her touch and Alma pulled away, concerned with how warm the inflamed spots felt.

"Let me help you sit up." Alma says, moving to kneel in front of her and -as careful as she could be- brought her arms under hers to slowly lift her. The younger woman let out a painful noise, but overall kept quiet, leaning into the woman's hand that rested against her cheek.

"I'm going to go downstairs and get you some ice to take the swelling down. Will you be alright if I do?" Alma asks, brushing away a tear that fell down the woman's cheek. Y/n just nods, the pain in her shoulders and back turning into an excruciating burning and she knew the pain was obvious on her face.

"I'll be quick." The ymbryne says, hurrying out of the bathroom, slipping off her heels in the bedroom so she could rush downstairs.

Y/n heard her leave the room, the pressure in her shoulders increasing and she bit down on her cheek to avoid making noise since the children were asleep. The pressure in her shoulders increased, a surprised cry leaving her when she accidently bumped her back against the cabinet where the sink was located. The burning increased causing the tears that were building in her eyes to finally fall, y/n managing to lift her head to look around for a rag. She couldn't let the children wake up from her, she didn't want to worry them. The woman spotted a towel on the one shelf, y/n about to reach out to take it when suddenly she felt her skin tear. A painful cry left her, white filling her vision as she tried to steady herself but her arms went weak, the burning intensifying and she rested her forehead against the cold tiles. With each sob that wracked her body, it only increased the pain, feeling each layer of her back tearing, trails of dark red running down her sides. Y/n managed to glance over, raising a shaky hand when she seen the blood stained on her palm and her eyes widened. She couldn't think any longer though when she felt her head grow heavy, resting her forehead back against the floor as tears ran down her cheeks.