Learning To Fly With Broken Wings

Chapter Nine : Getting Punched

Joel's POV

After she passed out again, I drove bit faster.

I prayed my mom was home because if she wasn't this strange yet beautiful girl would die.

After a good ten minutes my home came into view, I saw my mom's car in the snowy driveway.

"Thank lord" I thought, I pulled in and parked and turned off my car.

I jumped out and opened the back door, where the girl laid.

I got her in my arms and began carrying her inside the house.

By my surprise the girl was as light as a feather.

I got the door open and ran in, "Mom, we got an emergency on our hands!" I yelled.

"What is it Joel?" Asked my mom as she ran into the living room, where I stood.

When she saw the girl in my arms she didn't freeze by her wings, but simply said quickly "follow me".

I was surprised by her response, "Put her on the bed" said my mom as she removed the sheets from the bed quickly.

I had followed her upstairs into our guest room.

"Where is she injured?" Asked my mother.

"I think the right wing muscle and she might have broken it too" I said.

"Okay, lay her on her stomach and go get my bag in my room" said my mom.

I then ran out into the hall and almost ran into my little sister, Echo.

"Sorry Echo" I said, but stopped a couple inches when I turned my back towards Echo.

I then quickly turned around and got in front of Echo, before she could look into the room.

"Mommy doesn't want you in there, it may scare you a bit" I said.

"But I want to see the animal in there" said Echo.

I smiled and looked at my beautiful 8 year old sister.

"How about I will show you later when she is cleaned up and awake" I said.

"Okay and can we keep her and can I name her?" Asked Echo.

"Maybe, now go downstairs and play for a bit until I call you back" I said.

"Okay" said Echo then walked downstairs.

I waited until she was out of sight before I went to retrieve my mom's medical bag.

I came back into the room and saw my mom looking at her with wonder.

"Here you go" I said.

"Thanks, Joel and what is she" said my mom.

"You need to ask her that yourself" I said.

My mom then grabbed the bag from my hands and set it down on a night stand.

She opened the bag and after digging for a couple seconds she came out with a tweezers.

She then looked at me, "you need to hold her down" said my mom.

"Okay" I said and the got a good grip on her left wing and right side of her body.

"Ready?" Asked my mom.

"Ready as I will ever be" I said.

Then my mom went in, I knew she had a grip on the bullet and was pulling after a bit because the girl's left wing and body was getting tense under my hands.

After a good two minutes, my mom had gotten the bullet out and dropped on a plastic pan, that she got out when she was digging for tweezers.

She then put the tweezers down and got out some cleaning supplies.

I released my grip on her and walked up to the plastic pan.

The bullet was I think a 243 winchester caliber bullet.

"Whoever shot her knew what he\she was aiming for" I thought.

I watched my mom clean her wound and give her stitches, which would dissolve as the wound healed.

Then she looked if her wing was broken.

"Joel help me move her on her back" said my mom.

I nodded and helped my mom get the girl on her back.

Then my mom grabbed the girl's right wing and gently moved it and stopped a couple seconds later.

"There is no arguing here, she has a broken wing" said my mom.

I looked at the girl and felt bad for her, who could have done this.

My mom moved the girl's right wing in a comfortable place on the bed and before I knew it a fist came towards me and it hit me square in the stomach.