The Grounded Ender-Human

~Ty was helping build up their house when he looses his balance and breaks his wings when he falls.~


A cry is heard and four of eight people cringe. "Ty!," Seto calls and floats down to the ground, Jason right behind him. The three of them had been working on the roof of their house, being the only three being able to get up there. "What happened?"

"I lost my balance and fell," Ty answers, trying to sit up a bit. But then he stops when his wing moves and pain flashes from it.

"Are you okay?," Ian asks as him and Jerome run over from where they were chopping down wood.

"I don't know. I landed on my wing and it hurts pretty bad," he says, and Jerome and Jason start to pull him up. He only got as far as his wing being lifted up before he seethes. "Okay. Not standing right now. I can't move my wing."

"How about you roll over and then get up while one of us holds it steady and we bring you in. Hopefully you'll be able to use it like before," Jerome says. It was a year and a half since he showed his friends his wings, and he had a special doctor give him flight therapy. He had been using his wings a lot since then, for about four months, and it was coming in handy with a lot of stuff.

Ty manages to roll over without hurting his wing more and the four of them cringe again. It was bent oddly and there was a gash on it, blood all around the wound and starting to drip onto the grass. Jason takes a breath and grabs his wing. "Be gentle with it. May hold me in the air but it's still fragile," he warns and they help him stand.

The four of them help him inside and he leans over the table as they spread his wing out. Let's just say this isn't the first time he had hurt his wing since he tried to cut them off. They had always been false alarms before.

Ty's pov

Seto places his hand on my wing and I cringe as more pain flares through my wing. The sorcerer mutters under his breath and the air wavers for a second before an image appears. It was the inside of my wing.

"Yep. It's broken," Seto comments and I groan, dropping my head onto the table. Seto turns to Ian and Jerome. "Go and get some ice. I need this to be nice and cool before it's held in place." The two of them run off and Seto turns to Jason. "Get some wool and wet it. We need to wash off the blood so I can see the wound better."

A few minutes later the door opens and a shout is heard. "Hey. Why is there blood on the- oh sheesh," they hear Mitch say. I turn my head and sees him, plus Sky and Husky, just turning the corner.

"What happened?," Sky asks.

"Ty lost his balance on the roof and landed on his wing. As you can see, it's broken," Seto says, stopping his cleaning my wing to gesture to the image still in the air. He continues cleaning it afterwards and the three that just came in walk forward.

"You've gotta stop hurting your wings," Sky comments, and I use my unhurt wing to hit his head. "Hey. I'm just saying."

"How'd the mining go?," I ask.

"Really Ty? You've got a broken wing and your asking how our mining trip went?," Husky asks.

"Well?," I ask, and Mitch rolls his eyes with a smile.

Sky was the one that answered. "Had a run-in with a few skeletons and creepers, Mitch almost died twice-"

"To be fair, you were the one who told me to get those diamonds," Mitch interjects, and we all laugh. But I stopped when Seto pressed a bit too hard next to the gash.

"Ouch. Gentle Seto," I say.

"Sorry. Don't want it to get infected. If it does you'll probably never fly again. Don't want that do ya?," he asks.

"Yeah yeah," I say, and they all chuckle. Then Ian and Jerome came back with the ice and medical supplies and, after they finished cleaning my wound, they put my wing in a cast and I stood up. My wing was in it's cast half-feld against my back. "This is gonna be awkward to get around with."

"Yep. No trying to move that wing by the way," Mitch says. I forgot to mention that he and Seto are the medics in our group of friends.

"Now he can't hit us with his wing. Yes," I hear Sky whisper-shout.

I just walk by him, hitting him with my good wing. "I have two wings you know," I say, and we all laugh.


Second one-shot of the series. Bam!

Sorry. Feeling goofy today. Anyways, I'm going camping next weekend, so if you ask anything or request anything it'll have to wait until the Monday after to be answered. But, still feel free to leave some ideas for one-shots.

This one, plus many others, won't be as deep as the first one. Hope that's okay...

Also, be sure to go check out my other stories. I've got a contest for one coming up soon, and thought you might want to go check it out if you haven't already.

Anyways, Bye!

Ttyl

-TheRealDigiGal