Hey Guys, I know what you're thinking. Another fanfic! How will she keep up with all of them!? The answer is I will probably update each one only one or two time a week, maybe twice over the weekend, anyways this is a crossover with House M.D but I haven't put it into the crossover section because no-one ever reads that. I will put it in the section later, Promise. Hope you enjoy.

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Another Eraser fight, we had won again. We were pretty badly scratched up but nothing too bad, I hoped.

"Right, you guys alright?" I asked my flock.

"Uh huh." gasped Nudge, still recovering from a blow to the windpipe, I rubbed up and down her back.

"Well, bloody nose, but other than that I'm good." replied Iggy, he sat down on the soft grass, which would have been lovely if it wasn't for all the Eraser parts strewn across it. I handed him a tissue.

"I'm okay. Just need a band aid for my arm." called Gazzy from a few yards away. I looked at his arm and winced, it had a nasty gash all the way along it. He poked it and grimaced in pain, "Scratch that, maybe a few stitches."

I walked over to Gazzy and pulled the first-aid kit out of my back-pack. I rummaged for the needle and thread and the antibiotic wipes. I disinfected the wound and started stitching, Gazzy winced a few times but didn't make a sound. I pulled him into a hug.

"Well done Gaz." I praised. " Now, Fang, Ange, you okay?"

Fang nodded, but Angel was no-where to be seen.

"Ange!" I called, standing up, looking around the barren land trying to see her.

"Angel! Where are you?" yelled Fang, cupping his hands around his mouth. The rest of the flock was calling for her now.

"Ange! I can't see you!" I was yelling desperately now.

"Nor can I! There must be something wrong!" Iggy called sarcastically.

"I'm rolling my eyes Ig."

I swivelled around in a circle, looking franticly, what if she had been taken again!? My eyes fell onto a small, crumpled, blond-haired figure laying on the grass in the distance.

"Shit!" I gasped as I sprinted over. I glanced over my shoulder to ensure that the flock was following me, then I sped up.

After what seemed like an hour, I reached the figure laying on the floor, it was Angel. I dropped down next to her, NO. I let out the breath I was holding, she was breathing. Thank god. I checked her over, she had a very bad bruise on her head, which was probably why she was unconscious. I cradled her head in my arms and realised she was deathly white. I brushed my hand against her side, it came away coated in blood, Crap! Eventually the flock reached my side.

"Holy shit!" yelled Fang, instantly seeing the blood pouring from her side. "Nudge, call 911. NOW!"

I rested her head on the grass on lifted up the side of her top, there was three deep, long wounds along her side. I was reminded of the time when Fang was in this position, and a shiver went down my spine. Iggy and Fang knelt down next to me and whipped off their jackets, placing them over the wounds. I pressed against the jackets, Fang and Iggy helped, applying even pressure, while Nudge finished calling 911 and Gazzy stood there, shocked.

"Their coming." Nudge informed us, sliding her new, pink, mobile into her pocket. Her big brown eyes were brimming with tears.

1 Hour later

"House, you have a case." Informed Cuddy, slamming a case file onto his desk.

"Oh, yippee. Who this time?" He replied in mock excitement, opening the file.

"Six year old girl, was attacked. She was bleeding internally."

"Well, she should be fine now then. What happened? Did the surgeons screw up again?" He informed.

"No, she has avian blood, no known parents."

"Well, then she was stupid enough to inject herself with bird blood then," He exclaimed sarcastically, rising from his chair to get more coffee.

"She has wings, House."

His head snapped round, "Show me." He ordered, starting to limp towards the hallway.

I did not want them to see her wings, but I mean, we had no choice, they had to do surgery on her, they were bound to find out. I sat down next to Angel's bed, the constant rhythm of beeping telling me she was peacefully sleeping. I held her hand and stroked her hair, I had told the rest of the flock to go for a break, they needed one. I said I would look after Angel and handle the questions the doctors were going to throw at us, no doubt. I was fighting the urge to throw up, the smell of the hospital was hitting me in the back of the throat, making me panicky. I the hall I heard the clunk of a can hitting the floor, I saw the shadow of a man limping outside the blinds of our room. He shoved the door open.

"Right, so where is the bird kid." He said cheerfully.

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