Beep…beep…beep
Pain, head, wings, back, head
"How….till…..wake up" what were they saying, she tried to focus but gave her more questions instead.
"She….broken…throughout…..body….healing…fast…three days". A door opened meaning that someone had either left or had entered the room, she chose the latter. Her head throbbed again and the waves of unconsciousness called to her, "snake…watch her". Snake. Who would in their right mind would call themselves snake, she thought as she was pulled under
Slowly she surfaced again, this time there were no voices, just the machine. Her head still pounded and her body stung all over but it was not enough for her to feel the grit and dried blood that stuck to her skin. I need a shower; slowly she opened her eyes to a blank wall.
She turned her head and looked around the room. The white wash colour stained the walls and there was no other piece of furniture in the room apart from the bed and machine that measured her heart beat. Gently she sat up and felt the drip pull at her arm. Sighing she pulled the cannula out and the clip of her finger. After she slowly swung her feet across did she finally sensed another presence in the room
Her head turned to face a man in a blackbody suit that was looking directly at her, silence paced between them before anyone spoke. "I need to use the shower" she crocked out, there was another pause before the man rouse and walked over to her. At first she thought he was going to push her back onto the bed when a hand came around her waist and another hand grabbed her elbow. Slowly and gently he guided her off the bed and towards the bath room.
She stumbled twice but he held her firmly against him until they reached the door.
"…thank you" she quietly said before slipping into the room, but before she closed the door she called out. "If it's not much trouble, could I have some other clothes to wear? These scrubs are not the nicest things in the world". She paused, waiting for a response, when nothing came she sighed and locked the door.
The hot water streamed down her back, removing any grit that was there. She stretched wings out as far as she could, which was not much due to the size of the dame cubical. After a much needed scrub she slowly stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself, until she looked at the mirror.
She had been so focused on the shower that she didn't look in the mirror before and now she wish she didn't. Large clumps of feathers were missing and in their place were stiches that stood out against the white feathers. They weren't the only changes that marked her body. Stiches ran all over her, the worse was the one on her stomach that ran from one hip bone to the other.
A knock on the door pulled her from the mirror, "hey can you unlock the door. I have some clothes for you". Her frowned, a woman? She slowly approached the door and unlocked it. She opened the door to see a red headed woman standing there smiling. "Here are the clothes you wanted. Do you need any help putting them on?"
So the man did hear me, "no thank you…but" she noticed that the shirt had no slits on the back for her wings, "you wouldn't happen to have a knife would you?" The woman paused obviously confused as to why before it dawned on her. "Oh! Sure. Sorry I forgot about you….wings". She seemed to struggle with the word, as expected, the other thought; these humans have never seen anything like me except in pictures and stories.
"Here will this do" the red head handed her a small pocket knife. "Yes that will do…..thank you". She closed the door after receiving the items and began creating the slits. After this was done she slowly and painfully pulled the large shirt over her head and gently pushed her wings through the slits. Finally she put on the thin, baggy pants and limped to the door.
She gently eased to door open to see more people had entered the room. The man in the bodysuit stood next to the main door, the red haired next to him. Further along stood two other men; one was more bulky and tall, while the other was short and thin. David and Goliath I presume. She smiled at the thought. Her eyes soon focused on the other three, especially the one in the middle. He looked to be in his 50s and this aura of strength around him. Most likely the leader, but the one next to him has the same feeling. Her eyes darted to the ones on each side of him; both were standing with the arms behind their back, but apart from the obvious of one having dark skin and other light, they seemed to have a strong bond between them.
"It's good to see you up and about" her eyes connected to the older man, she nodded slowly.
"How long was I out for?"
"About 5 days"
"…."
"I was out for that long!" all eyes turned to her at the sudden outburst, fuck I need to leave now. She shifted from one foot to the other, she was still recovering from the fight and her wings are not in any condition to fly.
The older man looked at her with a confused expression before it slowly changed. She knew that look. That look meant one simple thing…..
"Now, perhaps it's my turn to ask some questions"
