Zosk POV:

I woke a couple of hours later. Mostly cause I was getting hungry and needed something to eat. Much of the shock of the discovery that I had wings has now passed. Though I would still need to get something in my system so my body can start recovering from the blood loss that I had.

As I stirred, I bumped my wings a few times on things. It hurt much like if I had bumped an arm the same way. I only could chuckle at myself. I wasn’t quite use to them yet. I did just grow them a few hours ago anyway so give a guy a break.

I hopped out of bed, slowly, cause I was still a bit on the dizzy side. I would come and fix my bed up later and do something with the towel I was laying on. It did stink of rotting blood so I might just throw it away. I’m likely to do that anyway to keep my parents from asking too many questions. I didn’t want them to know, nor would I want the rest of the world knowing that I had wings upon my back.

I did go through my clothes some to see if I could find anything I could wear. Never have I thought that I would be attempting to hide wings with my clothing. Getting a tee shirt on was quite a chore, given the wings. Once the shirt was on, I had to ignore the cramped feeling my wings gave under the garment which looked tight on me. Much like a shirt would if it was a size too small. I would deal with it as best I could. The dizzy feeling also didn’t help much but that was going away in lue of hunger.

I left my room then to go have some breakfast. My mom had left some things out for me that she thought would help improve my sick feeling. I mostly just wanted some sugary cereal so I had at that instead. Not knowing that the sugar in it would help me feel better anyway and help my body reproduce blood faster. My parents didn’t like me eating the stuff but it was a guilty pleasure of mine. Unless my mom cooked breakfast, it’s what I would eat.

I did read the note my mom left for me. She mentioned about doing what I could just to feel better but to also get whatever school work I thought I would need to do done. I sighed some at that but it would have to be made up anyway if I wanted to get a halfway decent grade. Not that I cared that much about my grades but my parents did. I would get ‘talkings to’ if my grades were low. I wasn’t perfect and I wasn’t going to try to be. Besides, it's BORING as heck.

What's even more boring was what I did for the next hour after eating. Instead of doing school work like I should or tending to the stinky towel in my room, I did some research on the computer we had to see if I could find out how I could to come to have wings suddenly. I did take my shirt off while I did this research, to at least ease the pain in my back and wings, let them feel less cramped. How I’m going to get through classes is going to be another story but I’ll figure something out. I started to think I’ll sneak some pain killers with me and take them. I would do that as a last resort as those things did leave me a little loopy.

I searched and searched online to see what I could find on winged people. The only things I found were often on angels and some of the super heros you read in comics or see on TV. With an occasional result in some of those fake sites that would make a person think they’re growing wings when they really aren’t.

While I didn’t have much to go on with my wings, I did look up some things about them in the search, just to see what they might be if I was a bird. Kind of came up with blanks there too. Though the closest resemblance I came across was that of the few eagles that are listed. I never really seen the large hawks before now but I did glance through them. I have seen other hawks before, even wanted to catch one as a pet though was talked out of it quickly. Would need special permits and licenses to even do anything with falconry as I later learned it was called.

Sometimes, like many a kid, I would get lost in fancy dreams about flying. Though more like the kind of flying you see super heros do. No wings involved. Which did make me wonder if I could even fly… well, once my wings came in more anyway. I did find out in my bird research that new growth wings like I have now would take at least a month or two to develop enough for some limited flight.

That brings me to the next point of my research, if man had wings, could he fly. The answer to that was rather vague at best. I did come across some mentions about the muscle mass that our bodies would need to support such structure.

Which comes to another thing. I had such structure to my body. It puzzled the doctors I saw and even the school staff to some aspect about my chest area being the way it was. It gave me much more strength and breath control than most my age. As nothing was harming me, as anyone could tell, nothing was going to be done about it. The doctors did want to take me in for testing but my parents refused. My parents knew what happened to another kid that had some unusual traits some time ago. They didn’t want that to happen to me.

But if they found out I had wings now, I would surely become some lab rat in a hurry. So I would just keep the discovery to myself and learn on myself how to use my wings.

One thing I did do, once I was out of the seat and turning the computer off, I would do some exercises. Stretching my limbs some. I considered taking a walk but thought best not to. I would avoid going outside today as much as I could. I needed to learn things on my own and fast if I wanted to make sure I was able to hide my wings from the world. It was going to be difficult to impossible to do so but I would try to find ways of flubbing it. I would try to avoid answering questions, even though I didn’t like that as much as well, I didn’t like to lie. While I wouldn’t be punished for not answering, I wouldn’t be given any kind of reward either. I know some out there have been punished for not answering their parents when asked but I was pretty lucky.

Still though, I would have to try everything I could do to keep things hidden. So for the moment, the first thing I did was I went to my room and removed the stinky towel from my bed. Thankfully, it caught most of the blood so my sheets and covers were fine. They would still smell like me though my mom might later insist on washing them as well. I wouldn’t stop her. I did open a window to my room to air it out so most the smell would also be gone.

I did step outside, careful to make sure none of the neighbors could see me and quickly threw the towel into the big trash bin outside. I ruffled through the trash some to try to hide the towel a little better. I would likely be asked to take the other trash out too later anyway but just in case I wasn’t, the towel would at least be kind of hidden.

I hurried back inside and thought to myself that I would need to be more careful. I tried squeezing into the shirt I had on before. Again it took a while to do so but I did manage with much the same result I had before.

So I started looking through my clothes to see if I had anything oversized for me. Kind of one of the last things I would want to do is to go clothes shopping with wings. It’d be like begging for discovery. I’d likely be hauled off to a bio lab right then and there. I shuddered… been watching too many movies on some things much like what I was going through. Yeah, people can be very cruel and it does happen in life too. But it’s kept much quieter in life than it is in the movies. I would hate to be locked inside of some room, trapped and tested on.

Thankfully, my parents did have somethings for me that were over sized. Stuff for me to grow into. The came in handy now as they were looser on me than the tight shirt I had on before. I would still feel a little cramped but not as badly.

Sitting was going to be a whole other ball game entirely with the wings cramped behind me. I haven’t mentioned it till now but they were a bother when I ate and when I did my research. I was starting to wonder how I will be able to go through class at school with my wings. Sure there was only a few weeks left anyway but it would be pretty agonizing.

So I spent the next couple of hours trying to figure that out and do the school work I would need to do. I would need to learn fast cause my mother would be coming home soon. Sitting at the table, eating food, wouldn’t be so bad and I could excuse myself quickly anyway. My parents didn’t care too much about it anyway, figuring I’m going to do it anyway regardless of manners.

I did learn that if I moved my wings in such a way, I could keep them from feeling too cramped by the chair I sat on. Not sure if it would look ridiculous but I hoped it wouldn’t. And my thoughts didn’t stay on the school work either. I was focusing too much on how to keep my wings hidden from view and from being noticed.

I mulled around on thoughts while trying to do my school work. I did get something done but I would need to do more make up work later.

I decided I would grab some lunch, noting the time being close to when my mom would get home, so I would hurry then hurry back into bed. To return to mocking being sick. I tried to have the biggest lunch I could make so I wouldn’t be hungry later and maybe even make myself sick.

I ate, cleaned up then went back to bed. To nestle into the covers and return to my pretend rest. Knowing that my mom would be home soon. Likely in about 10 minutes or so. At least the covers would hide my wings, for now. And I would hope that neither my mom or my dad would decide to rip them off if they think I’m lying. I rarely do anything like this so them suspecting would have a low chance.

I pretended to go to sleep. And none too soon as my mom happened to walk in the door a few moments later. She was calling my name as she came close to my room, to see if I would respond. I gave a few fake moans, which she must have heard the closer she got to my room. So she decided to let me rest and leave me be.

At least while I laid there, I just mulled over in my head how I was going to keep my wings hidden. I wasn’t going to skip school again if I could avoid it but I was determined to find some way of keeping my secret hidden and safe. Doubt I would have too much trouble in class itself, just other times like recess or PE worried me the most. Guess we’ll figure it out when it comes to that point.