There was silence. An uncomfy one. It made me think about the pain. I tried to move a bit and involuntary sounds of agony left my mouth.

"Hey, try to not move, okay?" The man said, looking at me sympathetically.

I tried not to but it was hard just staying still. I'm not one to be able to stay on a bed if I'm not sleeping. And I really wanted to roll over and lay on my stomach. It would probably help with the pain in my wings.

The man suddenly slapped his own forehead like he could read my thoughts."Fool me" he said. "Your wings are damaged. You want me to help you roll onto your stomach?" He asked.

I nodded. Hell yeah! I'm suffering here. And I didn't feel comfortable laying on my back with my belly being so exposed around strangers. I felt so vulnerable. But I didn't want to tell them that.

Slowly and gently he helped me lay on my stomach. The pain improved significantly.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked. I wonder if it was an attempt to make me forget the pain.

When I didn't answer, he smiled and introduced himself.

"I'm Rick. It's okay if you don't want to tell me your name" he assured.

I do want! I was just too deep in my thoughts.

I opened my mouth to tell him, but just then the door opened and the man from before entered the room with someone a bit bigger than him. His clothes were casual but he carried a big bag over his shoulder. It made me kinda freak out.

When he approached closer, my wings automatically lifted to my sides, making me look bigger.

It's a defense mechanism we have against what our brain deems a threat. And the doctor looked scary alright.

It should've proabably made me look threatening as well. But with my size, I'm in doubt it did. Besides, they're humans. Not some mindless animals.

But right now wasn't the time. Rick looked like a very nice person. I could feel he was a nice person. So I don't think he'd call the doctor if he was mean. And it made me curl in pain when my injured wing moved more than it should have.

Rick placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, easing me back down. "Hey, it's okay. Calm down. He's not going to hurt you or anything. He just wants to check on you and treat what's needed" he explained.

The tension slowly dissipated and my wings went lax. I lowered my forehead to rest on the pillow, slowly breathing in and out. The pain eased up a bit.

"May I approach closer now?" The doctor gently asked.

I nodded. I needed help. Badly.

Rick changed his place to sit on the side where my head was, and the doctor sat next to him.

As he checked me up, he talked me through it. I was thankful. He didn't seem as scary as before.

First, he checked my eyes. He said it was to search for any neurological damage. Then he analyzed my wings, gently touching here and there and searching for broken bones. When he did find some in my left wing, he settled them back in place and then did something cool.

He molded something he called 'Magnetic Plaster' and placed it on both sides of the wing since he couldn't just wrap it around like it was a hand. He held it like that for a few minutes before it hardened and the magnets did their thing.

After the long, very interesting but pretty painful process, I was in tears.

"There" the doctor said. He gave me some weird looking something to drink.

I looked at him.

"It's okay" he smiled. "Nothing poisonous is in there." He lifted his eyebrow. "Do you think I would've spent this much time on you if I was just going to poison you in the end?"

Right. It didn't even make sense.

"What's in there? What is that for?"

"Pain killers in a form of a drink. Awful tasting but extremely helpful" he elaborated.
"Cool." I muttered while staring at it with unsureness.