hullo.
~DB
After Daley had left the Asian kid out there to die, there brought Leo in and tenderly laid him on the sleeping mat. He was bruised, shaking, and his ribs looked badly broken. His leather helmet had saved his skull from being crushed and the celestial bronze took the blow for his spinal cord. But he was a mangled mess of limbs and other appendages. Even his clothes were a mess. They were mostly shredded with big gaps in awkward areas, showing Festus boxers and scrawny pale legs. Nothing was spared. He was probably inches away from death.
Daley took a cup of the brown nectar out of the cauldron and dribbled it into Leo's gaping mouth. His eyes were swollen shut and his nose was horribly out of shape. This was unfortunately not the first time she was saving his skinny behind. But this was different. The Asian boy, his weight had caused the winds to sweep Leo's fragile wings away. That made Asian Boy her enemy, no matter how good friends Leo and him were. She regretted leaving him in the snow like that though; at this rate he would die of hypothermia before he died of blood lose. She bit her lip and continued dribbling the liquid into Leo's mouth. There was no use worrying about the dead boy now. She would find his body later and hide it in a snow bank.
After she drained two cups into Leo's mouth and his ribs started to align, she went back outside. Asian Boy's body was gone, but his blood stained all the surrounding ice. Good, she thought I wouldn't have to deal with a body now. She walked over to the rock face where Leo had hit. His tool belt and mangled wings were still there, covered in a fine layer of frost. She picked both up and brought it back to her cave. She couldn't imagine Leo without his belt.
Actually, she couldn't imagine life without Leo. His jokes, his smile, his unruly chocolate hair, everything about him made life bearable. As it got colder and daylight was dying, she looked at broken Leo. She sighed a sigh of pity and touched her cold porcelain hand to his dark, hot, feverish face. His skin sizzled a bit where the skin made contact. She pulled her hand away she couldn't help him anymore. This was all up to him. She crawled into her sleeping mat on the opposite side of the fire. She was starving and tired and worried. If Leo didn't make it through the night, she didn't know if she would ever.
She curled up and fell into a fitful sleep, a cold and unbearably long sleep haunted by grey ghosts and nightmares. Over and over she saw Leo and Asian Boy's body. She had killed people before, why was this any different? But the fleeting thought kept racing through her brain that it wasn't his fault. She silently started to cry for the innocent life she had taken. She could feel the ship's power and the sadness echoing out of it. She couldn't stand knowing was she had done.
A veil of exhaustion washed over her eyes and she fell asleep only to be woken a few hours later by a spark in the cave.