"Okay Mordecai," The nurse in pink scrubs spoke to me. My head rose up from the floor and made eye contact with her. She stood by the X-Ray room with a clipboard in her hand. "Follow me please," She asked calmly, nodding her head.

Slowly, I got up from the chair and walked my way towards the nurse. Her name tag said, "Sarah."

He's attacking me!

Those words echoed in my head, stuck on repeat. I wanted to see her so bad. Just to see if she is going to be okay. I just… I need… I want…

Not paying attention to where I was going, Sarah's voice came over an intercom. I was standing in a very dim-lilted room. My back against a hard solid board. "Mordecai I need you to raise you arms to level height. Can you do that for me?" Wings.

I nodded and complied. Raising my wings level to my shoulders, was not an easy task. As I raise my left-wing, a sharp pain soared through my wing and into my chest. I winced in pain for a moment but resumed the place I was told to be in. "Good now hold that for just five seconds,"

Five seconds never seemed so long. A small humming noise snuck its way into my ears. I grew dizzy for a split second but soon recovered. Small white crosshairs crawled across my upper torso. Starting from my right to my left and disappearing in thin air. "And…were done! Good job Hon, you can lower your arms now."

They are wings dammit.

About five minutes later I was back in the patient room I was first stationed in. The only difference about this time was that I was alone. Never before had I felt this so down. I just wanted my Margaret.

I looked up at the clock hung from the wall across from me. 9:34. It had been only one hour since I gotten the call. The call that…

I heard the doorknob click. However, I did not move. "Mordecai?" It was Nestbar. "I got your X-Rays back. They aren't good but not as bad as I thought," he said turning on a screen on the wall to the left of me. I turned my body to face him and the screen. He slammed two laminated pictures of bones onto the clips. The pictures could clearly been seen.

"Are these my X-Rays?" I was stunned at what I saw. The right picture looked normal. The left…was a different story. I got up and walked over to Nestbar. He nodded his head and pointed to the left picture.

"See this chip right here?" He pointed to a small white piece sticking out of the bone. "That is where your wing has been fractured. It's actually very good-looking and a simple cast and sling should have that healed in about a month. Along with some anti-inflammatorys' of course," He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"And I have some news about your friend Margaret." My eyes grew big. I slowly turned my body to face Dr. Nestbar. "It's not good."

My heart sunk to the bottom of the world. That was the last thing I ever wanted to hear.

"Let me get you a cast and sling and you can see her. I'll tell you everything once we get there."

"Now Mordecai I have to warn you," Nestbar stopped me from entering a patient room labeled 637. "She is very hurt and sick now and it may be hard seeing her in this condition. Are you sure you still want it go in at this point?"

"Yes, just let me see her please." My voiced choked. The pain from my wing subsided once it was hung in front of my chest.

"Okay," He said opening up the door. Only one light shuns the entire room. It was the lamp next to Margaret's bed. I gingerly walked my way into the room. "Margaret?" I cried out. No response.

Beep…beep…beep

"Margaret?" I said out loud again. Inch by inch, I got closer to her. "Marg-Oh my God!" I screamed out when I saw her. I didn't realize the damage that had been dealt to her when I first saw her. But now things were clearer, so I saw the full extent of her wellbeing.

She lay motionless on the bed with only her tan bra on and her blue jeans torn at the waist. Tubes and lines connected to a heart monitor ran into her wings and inside her nose. Her right-wing was entirely bandaged up. White bandages, wrapped around her entire head. Her eyes were closed but visible despite the bandages. Black stitching tied her cuts on her face, neck and chest. Her feathers were soaked in blood.

"What…happened…?" I fell to my knees. Nestbar put his hand on my shoulder.

"She is in a coma Mordecai," I never thought I would here those words come out of someones mouth and mean it to someone I really care about. My stomach ached. He paused. "She came in with a severe concussion when she arrived. She fell asleep before you had your X-Rays…She was awake the entire time you were with her," he said the last part quietly.

"We can't put her in the CT or MRI scanners just yet. Her body has to get over the shock first before we can do anything."

"…why…" My voice was shallow and cold.

"I wish I could tell you more son. I'll leave you alone for a bit, anything happens you come get me or a nurse as soon as you can," I nodded and thanked him. I heard his steps descend in pitch as he left the room. I was still on my knees.

I didn't move. I didn't cry. I didn't speak. I didn't feel my wing.

Slowly I crawled next to her bed side, held her good hand in mine. Then I began sobbing. Getting louder and louder until I was sure that the world could see the hot tears falling on the bed sheets, and be able to hear the cries from the room in where my life will forever be changed.