Mathew's Story

Part Nine

Carl was having a nice morning so far as it had been another quiet night with most of the students studying for midterm exams. He had not had to break up any parties or warn anyone to stop speeding. He was about to clock out when he heard a scream of pain and then not ten seconds later the emergency alarm for the center of the campus.

A crowd of people were gathering around the bloody form of someone laying on the ground as two girls tried to make improvised bandages to help stop the bleeding. Carl pushed his way through the crowd as best he could expecting to find someone beat up from a fight over some girl or something equally stupid. He would never forget the sight he saw when he got through the crowd of students.

Laying on the ground and bleeding from what could only be wings was a young man he recognized. The boy played the flute and was amazingly good at it but never in a million years would Carl have ever suspected that the boy hid a secret like this. The huge black wings were broken in multiple places and bleeding badly as two of the girls did their best to tie rags around the wings in places to slow the bleeding down.

Carl grabbed his belt radio and called for help immediately. “Molly this is Carl! I have a medical emergency center campus. Grab everything you can and hurry! It's real bad! I have a student down with multiple compound fractures and bleeding from what look like gunshot wounds as well! Be advised Molly, He has wings!” “Did you just say wings, Carl?” “Yes damn it! Now get over here with everything you can before he dies!”

Molly came running with two assistants and as much stuff as they could carry. She got through the crowd and saw the young man on the ground bleeding badly. His shirt had torn almost completely off in the crash showing large and badly mangled black wings. “Oh hell! I need an IV of plasma in each arm now! Someone call 911 and tell them we have an avian down with multiple gunshot wounds!”

One of the girls cried out is surprise. “My cell phone wont work! Something is preventing it from working!” A few more students looked at their cell phones and had the same results. “”Carl, We're being jammed again! Find the damned thing and fast! Debbie, Give me a hand here and help me lift him carefully onto that backboard you brought!”

“I know him ma'am! We need to get him somewhere secure or whoever did this will come back to finish their work!” “Fine! Fucking bastards are not pulling this shit on me again! Let's get him to the clinic and fast! Keep those bags high so he doesn't code on us, and keep up!” With help from Debbie and two others they got him through the crowd and into the clinic.

Once inside Molly looked at Debbie. “You listed on your application that you have emergency trauma surgery experience, was he the victim?” “Yes ma'am! Someone shot and almost killed him back home! I had to help remove a bullet from near his second heart. He has two hearts and a number of other differences so please let me help!” “You're helping big time right now by telling me everything so keep going and help me save him!”

Debbie and the doctor worked at a hellish pace for almost three hours before they finally removed the last bullet out of him and sewed up the last wound while the others kept fresh supplies and blood coming as well as monitoring his oxygen levels while he was being worked on. The two of them took a break long enough to take X-rays of his wings and then they got to work on trying to rebuild the wings as best they could.