Disclaimer: The flock and Dr. Martinez is JP's. All others are mine and so is the plot.

Chapter 7

I woke the next day to birds chirping. I panicked for a moment not remembering where I was. Then the events of the last 24 hours came rushing back. I groaned into my pillow. And so began my healing.

I was restricted to my bed. I was allowed up to use the bathroom, but that was it. Rico brought me three helping of each meal. At first, I slept too much to care, but as the week wore on I was awake for hours on end with nothing to do. Finally I got sick of it.

"Uncle Rico!" I yelled. I heard footsteps and my door opened.

"What?" He sounded annoyed. I grinned.

"I'm bored out of my mind."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Give me something to do."

"Like what?" I rolled my eyes.

"How about a notebook and pencil." It was the first thing that entered my mind.

"You're gonna write?" He asked confused. I rolled my eyes.

"No, I can barely spell. I want to draw." I told him in a dud kind of voice. He looked thoughtful.

"I'll be right back. Stay here." He said as he started toward the door.

"Like I can do anything but stay." I said dryly. He smiled before he left the room. He was gone for what felt like ages. I was about to doze off again when he finally returned. He handed me a sketch book and a rather large black pencil case. I opened the case to find several sketch pencils and about every color colored pencil invented. I'm pretty sure that my jaw dropped. Rico laughed at my expression.

"I tried to take up sketching once, but never got around to actually drawing anything. There's a pencil sharpener somewhere in there. I'll get you a trash bin for the shavings." I just nodded dumbly. Rico left the room again.

Now I encountered a problem. I'm stuck on my stomach. How am I going to draw from that position? After a few minutes of brain storming I found a solution. I pulled my pillow up under my chest. It took another pillow before I was propped up enough to draw freely. By then Rico had came, put a trash bin by the bed, and left again.

Finally, I could draw. But, what to draw? I flipped the sketch book to the first page. It was blank of course. Rico meant it when he said he never got around to drawing. I didn't know why I was stalling, but I was. Irritated at myself, I picked up a pencil and quickly make a mark. Then another and another. Before I knew it, Rico was coming in with dinner. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me still up and drawing.

"I bring dinner." He sang out. I glared at him, and then look at what I was drawing. I had just drawn lines without thinking so what I saw surprised me. A dark figure was crouching on a rock that was overlooking the edge of a cliff. His black hair was whipping around his face. Spreading from his back were beautiful black wings.

Sorry about the long update wait. I've been fine tuning the details of this story. Then another story started hounding me. So now I've got two stories on my hands. Tell me what you think.