The Girl with Wings

Chapter Nine

-Boy-

Between Boka and me, the body weighs almost nothing.

I'm pretty sure it's alive, but not entirely. There is a lot of blood and I still haven't found where it's coming from.

I still don't even know what it is.

It has arms and legs and a face but is covered in dirt and blood and feathers, not to mention the very large bird wings attached to its back.

We get it back to our campsite and have no idea what to do.

"Can we take it to the vet? Doctor? Do you know anyone who won't ask questions about where we found it?"

"Um, no"

Meanwhile, this thing is sprawled ingloriously and still bleeding on my sleeping bag.

"Is it even alive anymore? What's the point in taking something dead to the doctor"

"Let's just— I don't know— let's go back to my apartment, we can clean up the blood and go from there."

We put it in my now destroyed sleeping bag and then lay the bag across the back seat of Boke's car before quickly packing up the rest of the site and heading back to the city.