Max didn't really think that far ahead. She and the flock stood in silence, that thought never really passing through their heads. All they cared about at that moment was trying to make sure the teenager lived through the hell he'd just endured - they sympathised with him. He probably never asked for that to happen, and now he would have to live with what he had endured. The leader began to fiddle with her hoodie for only a moment before looking at the doctor straight in her eye, her voice strong and unwavering. "We'll show him how to survive. We'll teach him how to fly...how to adapt...We're good at that." Turning to her family that now occupied Dr Valencia's operating room (which was her bedroom only minutes previous.) "Are you guys okay with that?" The group nodded in sync - Fang being slightly hesitant, but he knew that deep down if they left him now, it would've been more merciful to just kill him when they first set eyes upon him.

The doctor set to work, but not before shoo-ing the flock from the room. This type of procedure needed space, and time, especially since human-avian hybrids weren't exactly her speciality (even if, in the back of her head, she's starting to think that it was becoming that way). Grudgingly sitting in the living room, each person sitting in either a chair, the floor, or pacing in the limited space. The time seemed to creep by, the entire group wincing when they hear a grunt or yelp, the morphine not being able to reach his soul. One hour passed, then two. Then another. The exhaustion from the long, fast flight hitting them all, Fang and Iggy especially. After the 6th hour, a sound of soft snoring came over the living room as exhaustion took over, only one person still awake. Max stood at the door, her ear pressed against the wood. There were very little noises coming from the 'theatre' now. The painful sounds stopped after about 4 hours, and a part of her...a very small part of her thought maybe he had died right there. But, he hadn't. Or at least that's what she presumed.

Jumping back with a yelp as the door swung open, the corner catching her temple, and she let out a shout, waking the flock with her noise, the poor kids nearly jumping out of their skin. Rubbing the soreness away, she glared marginally at the doctor before remembering why she was there in the first place. Forgetting the pain, she couldn't bear to ask. but instead perked an eyebrow, asking mentally 'Did he make it? Will he be alright?" As if hearing her telepathic questions, she nodded but sighed deeply. That was never a good sign. She looked exhausted, but as soon as she looked over at the slightly dazed group, she smiled. "He'll make it. It'll take time for him to heal, but.. they seemed to have attached those wings on good. They'll be usable, and so will his muscles." Pausing for breath, a hand reaching for her hip. "The scars should go down too, in time. He's a tough one, alright... any other human would have died hours ago." The doctor looked over her shoulder at her patient. "If not during the procedure." Turning back to face the group of teens that were crowding her living room, she produced a small glass vial from her pocket. "I also found this - it looks like it was left behind. It was attached to his spine." In the small vial was a metallic substance, similar to mercury. However, on closer inspection, it began to move as if it had a life of its own.

Nodding solemnly, Max let out a sigh of relief she wasn't even aware she was holding. Leaning against the wall, running her fingers through her hair, a relieved smile formed on her face. He was going to make it, after all. Dr Valencia suddenly spoke, bringing Max out of her daydream. "You guys can sleep here tonight. I know it'll be cramped, but I don't want you out flying tonight. I'll bring down some covers and pillows." Her voice was soft...tired. Turning away from the group, the doctor left, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. Letting herself slide down the wall, all of the tension that had built in her finally released.

A little while later - with all beds set up and every flock member tucked in for the night. Most of them fell asleep before their head even touched the pillow, and Max was not far behind. Turning herself over, she smiled to herself. She was happy that Red was going to live. The smile never left her face until she had fallen into a deep sleep. In the other room, Ichigo began to stir. It was about five o'clock in the morning when his face screwed up. His mind was...blurry. Where was he? What had happened..? Was he dreaming? He couldn't answer any of the questions in his drugged state. His eyes fluttered open slowly, the bedroom in which he lay dark, with only the moonlight illuminating the room. Finally opening his eyes, he let them focus. Moving his eyes, he tried to figure out where he was, but nothing was familiar, not even the air. And that was when he suddenly snapped upright, suddenly very alert. He needed to know where he was. A shot of pain coursing through his entire body never stopped him, even if it did make him double over slightly. Turning slowly, the hospital nightgown wrapping around his heavy legs, he finally managed to sit on the edge of the bed. His breathing heavy, but his determination made him start to stand, his legs still not strong enough to support him. Grabbing a crutch that had been left there, he shoved it under his arm and tried to stand again. The second attempt was a lot more effective as he managed to stand.. and now came the really difficult part. Walking. Starting painfully slow, putting one bandaged foot in front of the other, he made his way to the door. Pulling it open with a grunt, he was greeted by a very surprised looking woman in a pink, fluffy dressing gown. Letting out a frightened yell, his foothold, or whatever was there, left him, sending his already broken body to the ground, his long legs flailing. Valencia, also frightened - dropped the cup that was in her hand, before rushed over to help him, which was made more difficult as the orange haired teenager tried to fight her off. During the noise, Max stumbled out of the mass bedroom followed by Fang. As soon as her tired eyes spotted his very bright orange hair, she dived to help, Fang following her lead.

A struggle, and a good few bruises later, Ichigo was back in bed, this time tied down by belts across his ankles, wrists and torso. His breathing was irregular, as was everyone. Slowly moving his stiffened neck, he looked at the three strangers.

"You better tell me where I am and why, before... before I do something I'll regret later."