As Falco lay unconscious, Luna began to panic. Her thoughts raced as she scrambled up the side of the Arwing.

What the hell is going on?! Could this really be happening?! Luna finally got to the edge of the cockpit. Is this for real?!

She reached out to touch the blue tufts of feathers that adorned his head. They felt so real. My God! He's real!

Luna then noticed something red and sticky glistening on the same tufts she touched. "GAH!" It didn't take long for Luna to realized it was blood. "He's hurt! I gotta help him!"

Reaching over to undo the fastened seat belt, Luna used whatever strength she had to pull the avian out of his ship and onto the sandy ground.

It was almost nine o'clock by the time she finally dragged him inside the house. Still panicking, Luna desperately, yet gently, threw Falco onto the couch before letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief. She then ran to the bathroom to get the medicine kit out to treat the wounds. It was a good thing tomorrow was Sunday, otherwise she would also have to worry about the giant spaceship that was laying outside. Nobody comes on Sundays.

But right now, her focus was on the wounded anthropomorphic bird that was on her couch. Blood still caked his head feathers, but the worst seemed to be under his jacket.

Careful not to disturb him too much, Luna began stripping away the bloody jacket only to stop and hesitate. I have to take his shirt off too. Ay Dios mio help me. With a huge blush adorning her face, Luna took a deep breath, exhaled, then continued to strip away one red-stained thing after another. With his chest bare, she then began to apply the ointment and bandaged his body up.

When all was said and done, Luna flopped down on the recliner sitting opposite of the couch, cheeks still pink, thoughts still racing.

If Falco is real, then all of Star Fox was real, right? But how can they be real?! This is loco!

Her gaze then fell upon the sleeping bird, who looked so peaceful as he lied there unconscious, her racing thoughts somehow subsiding. "Well, there's always tomorrow…" Luna mumbled to absolutely no one. Her eyes began to grow heavy, and she felt exhaustion weighing down on her. She finally said screw it and let sleep succumb into her mind.


Oh By the way, just to let you guys know, Luna is based off of the Mexican inside of me, so she'll say random bursts of Spanish every now and again...

Bye now!