Blue Wings {COMPLETE} {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 15 - Liz

I dip the brush back into the cold water, pulling it through Mack's dark feathers to clean the last remnants of blood off their surface.

"Is he going to be alright?" Seiza's concerned voice calls from the doorway. I nod my head, brushing some of Mack's sweat soaked hair from his face.

"What about you?" She asks, coming to my side. I turn to her and she brushes a finger along the dark purple bruise under my eye. "He hit you pretty hard."

"I'm fine Seiza. Thank you." I reply, turning back to Mack

"You should at least try and get some rest." I shake my head, smiling at her. Behind her, Dylan walks into the room, throwing his hands in his pockets.

"How is he?" Dylan murmurs, flicking his eyes from Mack to me.

"Resting." I reply, standing, but he quickly nods, turning out of the room. I frown, sitting back down.

"Don't worry. He'll snap out of it." Seiza reassures me. "From what I've gathered, he's had it rough for awhile."

"Yeah." I murmur.

"Why don't we talk over dinner?" She chirps, bouncing out of the room before I can object. I sigh quietly, turning back to Mack, brushing through his feathers some more, when he breathes in suddenly, pushing himself into a sitting position with a moan.

"Hey. Hey. Relax." I murmur, gripping his hand as it begins to shake. His eyes turn to me and he cups my head in his hand, running his thumb along the bruise.

"I'm alright." I smile to reassure him. He pulls away, staring off into space.

"Mack?" I begin concerned, reaching for his hand.

Instead he turns to face me. "It just feels different." Slowly a smile forms on his face, and his eyes light up. "And I do believe I smell food."

I laugh lightly, "I believe you do."

Suddenly his eyes go wide, filling with fear. "I can eat it right?" I nod, helping him stand. "Good 'cause I'm starving."

We walk into the kitchen as metal clangs on the floor. Mack jumps beside me and I stare at the scene as Dylan picks up the pan from the floor, "Uh, I was helping." Dylan mumbles, catching my look.

"She's judging me.." I glance at Dylan again, but he went back to cooking.

Who said that? It sounded like Dylan..

"Hey you okay Liz?" Mack's question pulls me out of thought.

I throw him a smile, "Yeah, sit down." We position ourselves at the wooden table and Seiza soon brings over a pot of steamy noodles, setting plates and silverware beside it before sitting down along with Dylan. We fill our plates and Seiza quickly digs into her pile of noodles. Glancing at Dylan, I take a bite. Cheesy flavors fill my mouth and I hear a 'mmm' from Mack, nodding my head in agreement. We all go back for seconds until it's gone.

"Seiza! That was delicious. You have to teach me how to cook it sometime." I exclaim, licking my plate one last time.

"Of course." She smiles, standing up to put her plate in the sink.

"Hey, why don't I wash the dishes for you, as thanks?" I suggest.

"That'd be appreciated! Thanks!" Seiza replies, still smiling, before walking out the door. I grab Dylan and Mack's plates and carry them to the sink.

"Best thing I've eaten in so long." One of the boys comments behind me.

"I know right." I respond, filling the sink with warm water.