She didn't scream when she hit the rocks. Or even cry. She just layed there, body limp. I scooped her up in my arms, preparing to take flight. Then I found I was in the hospital. The doctors stared at me.
There focus quickly turned to Nynx. Her mix matched eyes open, but glazed over. Her brown hair matted with blood. Her arm, contorted beyond broken. Her white dress was no longer white, instead a deep red. I couldn't move. The doctors took her out of my arms and rushed her into a room. I sat down in a chair, still in shock.
After 20 minutes of waiting, I decided to call Nynx's mother. No response. I forgot she had to work 2 jobs ever since her husband died. I would've called my parents. But they wouldn't have cared. My father is too absorbed in his work and my mother was killed in an explosion when her plane crashed.
It felt like days had gone by, waiting to hear how Nynx was. If she was.... no, I wouldn't let myself thing like that. It would be my fault. If she died. This is my fault. I couldn't control my powers. The curse my father forced upon me. I suddenly heard shouting from the room.
Muffled voices I could only barely make out "this isn't possible!" "Someone! Call "them" in!" "On it!" Who is "them" Maverick thought. The doors burst open with Nynx lying on a stretcher, she had no blood left on her, still some cuts and a bandage around her head. There was something off about her though.
"Hey! Where are you taking her?" I asked, panicking. "It's none of your business" a deep voiced doctor responded. "I NEED to go with her, I won't let you leave without me!" I shouted hysterically. "Somebody, take care of him." The doctor said. "Wait...." I say as a nurse injects a needle into my neck.
My thoughts became fuzzy, I could move, but slowly. My vision was blurry and I was very dizzy. I couldn't think of Nynx anymore, I couldn't really think of anything. I slumped over against a wall, still awake but in my own world, as a four-winged girl was being lead out the door on a stretcher.
