Mor POV
Amren and I helped Madja prepare everything she needed. The front door banging open told me that Cassian had arrived.
Even though Cassian had flown as fast as he could, it looked like Azriel had lost a lot of blood.
Madja took one look at Azriel's wings and told Cassian to put him on the bed. Cassian obliged, but one glance at the fury in his eyes had me taking him to a corner where we could talk quietly.
"What is it?" I asked bluntly, not bothering to be polite.
"You know damn well the fuck it is, Mor. The idiot didn't listen to us and dove after the General." His words were less spoken and more growled.
"Relax, Cass. I'm sure he'll be fine."
"He better be." Cassian stalked off to hold Azriel still.
I hoped for all our sakes that he was.
Cassian POV
That idiot. That cauldron damned idiot. He knew we told him to stop, yet he kept going.
Madja forced a sedative down his throat as I pinned his arms. As the drug worked and Azriel stopped struggling, I watched as the ancient healer magically bound the wing skin together.
After three long hours of work she turned to me. "He's lucky that dagger wasn't made of ash. I'm going to wake him up now. It'll take about half an hour for him to wake up but tell him that he can't fly for at least two weeks. I'll come back and check the progress in the wings, but he can't fly until I give him the all clear."
I nodded, knowing exactly what Azriel's reaction would be. He hated not being able to fly more than I did. During the war with Hybern, when he wasn't allowed to fly he destroyed half a tent before we gave him a spying task to do.
But then again, he deserved the consequences for not listening to us all.
Azriel POV
My eyes cracked open to see Cassian and Mor arguing quietly. I stretch out and make a barely audible groan.
Mor whirls to me, and pushes me back onto the bed. I realise that I'm on a healers bed in the townhouse. I look at Mor, but she leaves, looking at Cassian sharply.
Cassian looks at me and the fury on his face freezes me. I brace myself for what he's about to say.
"What the hell did you think you were doing. We all told you to stop and you didn't."
I refused to turn away from his glare. When I tried to sit up, my wings and back sent a roaring pain through me. I fell back down to the bed, and a sense of dread fell onto me.
My voice was raw as I asked "What happened? How long?"
Cassian softened slightly. "When you fell out of the sky your wings tore on debris. We pulled you out but you were unconscious. I flew you back and Madja started working on you right away."
I glared at him. "How long?"
He sighed. "Madja said you can't fly for at least two weeks, and that she would come back to check on you. You can't fly until she says you're alright to."
I felt hollow. The last time I hadn't been able to fly was the war with Hybern. This was bad. But I had made the decision, and now I must face the consequences.
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