Ok… just listen to the song while you read… it'll make sense.
Iggy lay in the bed while he felt the daggers stab him each time he breathed.
He had taken a nasty fall, and the only place the flock thought to bring him to was Dr. M's house.
The thunder crashed and the wind blew. Rain fell and hit his skin like needles. Iggy felt himself being pushed back by the force of the wind.
"Ig, to your left!" Fang called, and Iggy swooped to the left, narrowly missing a tree branch. He couldn't sense the location of his surroundings because of the falling debris.
"WAIT! Wrong way!" Fang said, momentarily distracted.
"What… OOF!" Iggy shouted, first over the noise, then after being stabbed in the wing with a picket off of a fence.
He began the spiral downward, his wing bleeding.
"IGGY!" Nudge yelled, flying down. "MAX! Get down here guys, he's falling too fast!"
Iggy was now freefalling. His wings came above him and he plummeted to the ground as fast as the rain falling around him.
Max went fast, not as fast as she could because then she'd hurt herself as well, and tried to catch up.
He was going way too fast. He was hitting trees and bushes and stuff.
Eyes closed, though he didn't really notice a difference, he allowed his inner mind to take over, shutting out the pain, the cold, everything.
"IGGY!" Gazzy screamed, coming close to his best friend. It was getting harder to see through the rain, and he was also dodging the sticks and branches and leaves in the air.
He hit the ground, and in a millisecond, the flock was there.
"Are you OK?" Gazzy yelled, putting his hands on Iggy's chest and leaning over his face.
Iggy moaned, and the last thing he remembered was Gazzy's worried face.
That's how I got here. I have a broken, well, in all reality, speared, wing, and Dr. M says I might have to re-teach that wing how to function properly.
On the bright side (literally), ever since then, I've been feeling tingles behind my eyes. Sometimes, I even think I see light. Maybe I'm hallucinating. I hope not, though. I seem to manage OK the way I am, but just imagine how much better and awesome I'd be if I had my extra heightened senses AND sight.
You win some, lose some.
Just a second ago, Gazzy left. He's my man, I mean seriously! He's the best friend I could ever ask for. We're like two peas in a genetically mutated pod! I hope that never changes.
I wish I knew what they all looked like. That would be fnicking amazing.
I guess, for my whole life, I've been waiting. Waiting for the moment I'll be able to see again. It might just come true.