.: Note; Ichigo is in more pain than just physically - the doctor had done some 'adjustments' to Ichigo's soul, too! So he's not being overdramatic! I hope you are all enjoying this - I'm enjoying the nostalgia if nothing else! :.

After a couple of minutes of conversation, Max finally hung up. A sigh left her lips as she stood and stretched. "Alright. Dr Martinez can treat the newcomer. We'll be heading out tomorrow." She walked over to the campfire and placed her hands over the fire, attempting to take the chill from her hands while also to giving her some time to think. The sun was still high in the sky, but the sun held very little warmth.

Ichigo suddenly groaned loudly, making the Flock's heads snap towards him in sync. Their eyes collectively widened at what they saw- he had managed to pull himself up onto his elbows, panting very heavily. Ichigo did not look good - his bandages were coming loose, showing bloody wounds and gnarly stitching. Slowly lifted his head, his eyes squeezed shut from the mere effort of moving his own head - he first attempted to open his eyes but found only darkness when he tried, as the bandage was still wrapped around his head. Tearing off the bandage, light attacked his fragile corneas making him wince. Looking around groggily, due to the copious amount of medication that was currently coursing through him, his brain was unable to make sense of what his eyes were seeing. Abruptly Ichigo let out a loud yelp. The instinct to curl up in the fetal position was robbed from him, his legs unresponsive to his commands. The orange haired boy let out a loud scream as his muscles screamed in agony.

Max ran over to the screaming man, and went to place her hand on his shoulder but stopped suddenly, letting her hand hover. She withdrew her hand and shouted; a sense of urgency in her voice, for someone to get a blanket. 'Why…why did I stop? It wasn't exactly intimate…' Max pondered to herself. Iggy's footfalls could be heard approaching Ichigo, blankets in hand. He gently placed the blankets over the man's shoulders, Ichigo's whimpers dying down until he passed out from the pain. Iggy looked over at Max, a worried expression written on his face.

"Max, I don't think he can wait until tomorrow…" Max's expression also became worried. He was right, she knew that much. But…what is this guy? She had a nervous knot in her stomach whenever she was near him. She shut her eyes, thinking. but she soon opened them. and stood up. Clearing her throat, she caught her family's attention - with a sense of authority, gave her orders. "Iggy, you and Fang, could you take…" She hadn't given him a nickname yet. It was getting a little tiresome to keep calling him "stranger" or "him". She thought for a minute. "Could you two please take Red?" She cringed internally. She wasn't the best at originality, and since he had flaming red hair, it made sense. Fang tapped Iggy's hand three times, to which Iggy nodded. Fang then went over to Ichigo- or rather, Red- and placed him on his back, Ichigo groaning softly as he was moved. It was an odd sight, as Ichigo was rather largely built, and Fang…was not. Iggy gathered the blankets and covered Ichigo as much as he could. After a moment, he finished. Fang spoke. "Iggy and I will take turns carrying…Red." he shifted his shoulders and snapped open his wings. Without as much as a grunt, they all took off in the direction of Dr Martinez's home.

After a couple of hours, they landed safely a couple hundred meters away from the Martinez household. Iggy and Fang were both breathing heavily, as was Ichigo. The ride was smooth, but it must've felt like the flight of hell for Ichigo...if he was awake that is. His wounds were barely being held together, as the stitches were coming loose because of all the movement. He was never conscious for more than a few minutes at a time, but when he was awake, all he could do was whimper softly. Ichigo was on Iggy's back for the last stretch of the flight, but it was Fang who noticed Ichigo's discomfort. "Max! We gotta get him in there, and quick." Max nodded and ran ahead, while Iggy jogged behind her, his legs feeling like they were made of lead. They soon reached the wooden door, Max's fist pounding it. There was a hurried sound behind the door, before the door swung open, a disgruntled Dr Valencia. Her eyes opened at the sight of Max, and at the boy on Iggy's back. She quickly ushered them in. "Max…are the rest out there? Hurry up and tell them to come in! Iggy, you come with me." Dr Martinez had her 'doctoring' boots on. Max quickly nodded and ran back outside, slightly crashing through the door.

A couple of minutes later, Red was sprawled on his stomach on a makeshift hospital bed, with the flock, Ella and Valencia surrounding him. His bandages were fairly loose and very bloody. The doctor quickly pulled on her gloves and started removing the bandages, little by little. After about thirty minutes had passed, she finally slipped the last of the bandages off. They all stood in awe, with their mouths hanging loose. On the back of this teenager was a set of superficial wings. Since he didn't have the DNA imported when he was still a fetus, the School had to be a little creative, and use his spiritual energy to create a set of wings that were sure to be accepted by Ichigo's body. His wings were at least 15 feet long, and a dark, dark red, which looked more like black from far away. At the tips of each feather was a flash of a lighter shade of red, then a white tip, which, all in all, covered about a quarter of each feather. His back had been slit from his neck to his tailbone, with nasty, open wounds marking them."Poor wonder he had passed out… " Dr Martinez muttered under her breath. With a small click of her tongue, she went and retrieved an IV drip, full of morphine. She installed it in the boy's wrist vein, to give instant her back to the flock, her voice was concerned, with a tint of firmness.

"Now, what do you plan to do with him once he's healed?