Chapter 7

Out of the fire…

A/N: i have written 3 chapters at once, i'll put the other 2 up tmoz, no later today, no now! anyway, R&R please.

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When Sam awoke he was horrified to find himself in a hospital, doctors and nurses rushed busily around him, each one gawping at him as they passed. He looked to his right to find Iggy still unconscious and in a similar state to him, covered in cuts and bruises, they had been a little too close to the building when it exploded. What frightened Sam the most however was that Iggy's wings were held up and out, they were on show for scientists to "learn" about them. Sam turned to see that his wings were the same, the delicate white feathers had been plucked in places, exposing skin so the scientists could examine him. They were all the same.

It was waking up and vet, Rosie Taylor was determined to be the first to speak to one of these magnificent specimens, she cursed herself for calling the boy an "it". She didn't want to become like the rest of these doctors, she had to force herself not to get too carried away. Rosie had to see the person behind the wings. He was one of the only survivors of a mysterious accident, a building exploding with no-one inside it, except for three people and Rosie knew they weren't in there by accident.

A mousey, brown haired woman was heading in Sam's direction, he tried to sit up but the lead weight of whatever drugs they had put in him stopped him from doing so. She sat down in the sturdy wooden chair next to him, that's when he noticed he and Iggy were in a private room. Through his morphine induced haze he saw four walls and a door. There were windows but all the blinds were shut, he was being hidden. Sam found his speech slurred slightly as he spoke.

"Who are you…w..what are you…going to do with us?" he managed to utter.

"Wait a minute" said the woman, standing up and reaching for the bag he was attached to, his drip. She disconnected it and, almost instantly Sam felt more conscious, aware of his surroundings..

"You're still kinda out of it, you've been unconscious for about a week"

"That's generally what happens when you jump out of a building… about… to explode" replied Sam, he felt slightly better, but not like himself.

Rosie was amazed, the boy spoke, he had intelligence of any other young boy, she had heard him mumble and coo (literally) in his sleep but he seemed to have both an avian sirynx and a human larynx. She had no idea if he'd be able to have conversations, let alone intelligent ones. Yet here she was, speaking to (for lack of a better word) a bird-boy. And he was even being humourous with her.

"So, are you going… to tell me… how I got here?" Sam asked in an impatient tone. Rosie hadn't realised she had been sitting staring at him for about a minute with her mouth open. She pulled her jaw up from her knees and composed herself, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

"I think the ambulance found you, James Smith is doing fine, he was discharged yesterday. Anyway, there was a huge explosion so the hospital called the police and sent out an ambulance, just incase. When they discovered you, they weren't quite sure what to do. You weren't breathing so they had to assume you had a human respiratory system and performed CPR" she took a breath.

"I guess its lucky I do then huh?" Sam said, rubbing his chest, which was as bruised as the rest of him.

"Yes, yes. Anyway" Rosie carried on, getting excited.

"They brought you here and called me, I'm Rosie Taylor, I'm a vet. They asked me to take a look at you, fix any bird parts, but your wings were fine. Very fine."

Rosie glanced at his wings and Sam saw a look he recognised, the whitecoats had looked at him this way many times. It was a look of greed, they never had compassion and they only saw him as something to examine, to test. A "specimen" and he thought he'd escaped that but here he was, with yet another scientist who was looking at his wings in exactly the same way as all the others. She was different though, she snapped herself out of it and brought her gaze back to him, smiling warmly.

"Sorry, you're just so… amazing" she gawped slightly again between sentences.

"No-one has ever seen anything like you, technically you should never have been made, you should be like any other boy your age. Normal, well… wingless" Sam thought it better not to inform her of his past, she was still wearing a white lab coat after all. As he began to feel more like himself, he levered himself up in his bed, exposing a light blue, slightly too small hospital night gown.

"What about Iggy?" asked Sam, moving his gaze to the still figure in the bed next to him. His question seemed to forcibly pull the smile from her face.

"I'm afraid he's not so good, he was hit with a huge shard of glass and the paramedics had to drag a fair amount of debris away from him" Rosie looked to the other "miracle". He was still unconscious and his vitals weren't as strong as the white winged one. This reminded her of something she really should have asked him.

"Do you have a name?" She asked him. Sam looked back to her, the least of his worries now was whether or not she knew his name. He tried to see if he could use this mind thing he had. Sam closed his eyes and tries to throw himself into Iggy's mind. Quickly muttering "Sam" as he did so.

Iggy?

Sam? Is that you?

Yeh, it's a weird power I have. Anyway, are you okay? They say you're not doing good. We're in a hospital now, there's a vet here too, Rosie.

It's weird Sam, it's like there's a weight on me. I can't, won't wake up.

Don't give up Iggy, you have to…

Sam couldn't stay there any longer, it was too hard and he was too weak. He opened his eyes again, feeling drained but relieved. He knew how to help Iggy.

"You have to get rid of the drugs! Now!"

"What?" Rosie was confused. She had just seen a boy with wings close his eyes and disappear, just vanish into thin air. And now here he was again demanding that she take pain killers away from a boy who's chest had recently been crushed by 100lbs of concrete.

"You do realise you just vanished" Rosie asked, nothing could surprise her now.

"What? I can't explain that but all I know is those drugs are holding him down, he can't wake up" Sam continued, getting more and more frustrated but unable to move due to his wings being strapped to the bed.

"But, Sam, he'll be in so much pain!" Rosie was beginning to get frightened.

"Just do it!" Sam was getting angry now, his eyes seemed to fill with fire, literally, they had a slight red glow. Rosie could almost feel the flames licking her face.

"Okay, okay" she said getting up and rushing her way over to Iggy. Half to take away the morphine, half to get away from Sam. She detached the drip from Iggy's un-moving form and waited. Her eyes flicked between the machines, she watched, her whole body tensed.

Sam watched Iggy's eyes, praying he was right. He desperately hoped they flicker open and he'd smile and thank him.

Iggy didn't.

"It's okay" Said Rosie, seeing the pain in Sam's face that he hadn't tried to hide from her.

"There's a pulse still, it's weak but getting stronger" Rosie continued, trying to reassure Sam.

Sam closed his eyes again, and promptly disappeared.

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