So, a bird flew into the kitchen a few hours ago... I was the only one in the house who did not fear birds and the other person feared them in a way that they'd probably have killed it.
We closed the kitchen's door and waited a few moments to see if it could find a way out on its own. It didn't. It was smacking itself around the kitchen, judging by the sounds that came through the door. One of them was truly loud, like, it was a few small hits and then SMACK.
I convinced the other person to hide in one of the bedrooms and opened the kitchen's door. I kept asking them for a towel or something to grab it better, but they were too panicked and wouldn't pass me anything useful. They started to make me anxious and eventually passed me a pillow and yelled at me to throw it at the bird. I was too nervous so I threw it lightly and it trapped one of the bird's wings. At least, it ended under it.
I managed to calm down and went into my room, grabbed my towel and went for the bird. I held it as lightly as I could, it tried to get away and I put a little more pressure into the hold. I got his other wing in and could feel its beating heart like a drum against my hands. All the while it moved its head around slowly and I got a look at its eyes.
The other person came out and started freaking out when they saw me holding it. I told them to open the balcony but they wouldn't so I ordered it in the most imposing voice I could manage. It seemed to do the trick, seeing as they did open it. I got out and released my hold on the bird, putting my hands under it to let it get some sort of grounding.
