The Amendment

Chapter Twenty Two

I land softly in my backyard, not wanting to announce my arrival. Dagon's weighted Slytherin body is getting extremely heavy from all his muscle, and I allow myself to just stand on wobbly legs for a couple seconds. I look down at Dagon, and see how much more I like him as he doesn't have anger painted across his flawless face. I gaze down at his chest as I feel a hot liquid run over my hand that's holding his back, and I twist him in my arms as I let out a quiet gasp. More puncture wounds in Dagon are bleeding out like water coming from a leaking pond; at least four of them.

"Come on, Amethyst." I mutter to myself with a hint of anger, "Get going you lethargic lump."

I fly into the air and then go to my shattered window, managing to fit through with Dagon in my arms. I sigh and then walk beside my bed, still messy like I left it. I put him down, and then almost smack myself in the head at how uncomfortable he looks. His wings are crooked, bent below him, and his tail is squished flat. His neck is angled oddly on my black pillow case, and I shake my head. I lift the left side of his body and then adjust his wing, moving it so it's out beside him. The soft feathers adorning him put a shiver down my spine, but I don't allow myself to smile. Not yet.

I do the same to his other wing, and then put my hand under his head, shifting my pillow beneath it. I put his head back down as his thick dark brown hair falls from my fingers, and I swallow hard as a small blush spreads across my face. I feel anger rise at myself for admiring him when he could be dying or dead, and I quickly move to his side where his black tail is sticking out from under him. I push the left side of Dagon up and then nervously move his tail, his cold tail running through my hand before I put it out beside him. I let him back down and then look to his wound, seeing it at least three inches deep. Blood still comes from it, and I pick up one of my black shirts off of the ground to press it against his wound. I hold it there for minutes that I lose track of, and I just look at him. I look down his chest which still tight even though he's in a lost state, and I have a realization that almost makes me swear. I lean forwards and then put my head on his right pec, and I hear a soft heart beat that makes me smile fully.

I pull back from him and then look out my window to see it's night time still. I feel victory at arriving at night time, knowing it would be very hard to spot me through the dark sky. I slip out of my room and then jump the railing, stretching my wings out as I glide into the kitchen.

I go over to the drawer where I know we have bandages and ointment, and I pull the door open to see everything still there. I grab some packing tape from inside the drawer, a pair of scissors and some emollient, then twist back around before cursing softly. I look across the room to see Jerod walking down the stairs, a huge bandage wrapped around his torso where Dixon stabbed him. I feel extremely unlucky and watch as he slouches down on the couch, his eyes shut. I take a silent breath in and then walk up behind him, praying that he is just sleep walking. I wave my hand over his face and get no reaction. I almost celebrate but tell myself to keep calm.

I grin and then skip the stairs, flying to my door. I unlock it then walk in and freeze, looking to Dagon who's eyes are wide open, and he looks at me with out right hatred. His cold gaze is nothing unusual, but the abhorrence leaking from him is new every time. I will never get used to that glower.

"Where am I?" He growls, and I say softly, "I will answer you, but we need to be quiet."

"I'm in your house, aren't I?" He mumbles as he tries to sit up, but he sags back down with a quiet groan.

"Let me fix you." I say as I put my supplies on my bedside table, and I feel Dagon's heated glare on me. I tilt my head sideways with an unimpressed glance, and I roll my eyes, "Come on. I could've let you drown in the sea and get eaten by those dastardly sharks that did this to you."