"You okay?" a sweet voice asked me. Don't tell me the Flock came back for me. I guess my eyes were open 'cause I felt awake. But I was aching all over, and I felt like my lungs were burning.

"A-Angel? Nudge? Max?" I asked desperatley, attempting to sit up. A soft hand push back on my shoulder lightly. It kinda stung, but I kinda expected it to from falling almost one million feet to the ground.

"Stay down, I already called for help. What's your name?" the voice asked. Okay, so it wasn't anyone from the Flock if they were asking for my name. I could hardly remember my own name, actually.

"Uh, Iggy." I said unsurely. I felt some bandages being wrapped around my left wrist. "W-what happened exactly?" I asked her.

"Can't you see yourself?! You look horrible, and your left wrist is slit and your shoulder blade popped from its socket, and your neck is fractured." she said.

"Uh, no, I can't exactly see...I'm...blind." I staggered.

"Oh you poor thing!! EMS should be here in a few minutes. Just hang in there." I sat up slowly, and she didn't stop me. "You have some pretty blue eyes, Iggy." she said.

"Uh, thanks, um..."

"Sakka." she said.

"Sakka." I repeated. I heard EMS sirens coming up. I didn't know where I was. We could be at the bottom of the Grand Canyon and me not knowing it! They neared closer and closer, and eventually began to pound into my eardrums. I heard them stop, and doors opening, and stretcher being pulled out of the back. I wasn't that bad, was I?

"It's alright, son. We'll get you outta here." I was lifted onto a comfortable but slim stretcher (by the straps holding me down) and lifted up into the back with two people. Sakka and a person with the EMS'

"Do you want us to call your parents?" Sakka's voice asked me. I bit my bottom lip.

"Uhh, no thanks." I answered. Like Max would be able to do anything. The Flock's probably sick of me for hurting Max. So be it. I didn't need them anyway. We came to a sudden stop and the stretcher was rolled into a room. I was lifted onto one of the beds in the room and almost immediantly tubes and wires were being attached to my skin.

"We're gonna have to cut your shirt son, is this okay?" a man's voice asked. I hesitated before answering.

"Uhh, sure." I said. I heard the seems of my sweater being cut. I just had to be calm enough to not let my wings let out. That'd be the worse thing in this situation.

"What's this?" a hand was sliding down my wing slither and trying to investigate.

"It's um...my...um...wing slither......." I stammered.

"A wing?"

"Uh, yeah.....It's my...um...wing, inside there." I slowly began to let out my wing, so I wouldn't freak anybody out too suddenly. I felt a few strokes on each wing as they pulled on the feathers. Stupid people! Those are attached to me!!

"This is fascinating!" one said.

"I think its dangerous." a voice that I hadn't heard yet broke in.

"What do you mean?"

"That thing belongs at that School facility in California." No. Not the school. Please! Don't let them take me to the school! I hate the school! Don't do it! Please!! I'm begging!

"True, but we need something to study. It'd be no fair."

"NO!" Sakka's voice broke. Suddenly, I was swooped off from the bed, deattached from the wires and gadgets, and I was like gravity.

"Get those two mutants to the School! Get in the choppers!" Damnit! Erasers!

"Thanks, Sakka." I said.

"I'm not letting them take me or you back to that School. It's not good for people like us...."

"Wait. You have wings too!?!" she laughed.

"I wouldn't be flying right now if I didn't! You don't have to see to see that one." I chuckled.

"But where are we going?" I asked her.

"We're going back to my place. My mom won't mind it at all. Trust me." Sakka told me. Mom. Wow. Something I don't have for a change.

"I can fly on my own."

"Not with that shoulder you aren't!" she said crossly.

"Fine, fine. I surrender." I laughed. I felt the wind whip across my face. The sunlight beamed onto it, making it warm, like it was tanning or something. Sakka's speed began to seize as we lowered to the ground and she sat me upright on my feet.

"Oh, Sakka. How many times have I told you about guests?!" a female voice creaked.

"Oh, Mama, this is Iggy. He's a 98, just like us." Sakka insured.

"Well, okay....."

"Mama, he's hurt. He needs a place to stay! Can he stay until he's better? Please?"

"Well, Sakka, I don't know...."

"PLEASE, Mama!"

"Alright, Sakka. He can stay." Sakka took my hand and pulled me along. She led me inside and helped me sit down on the couch. She sat down beside me, still holding my hand, and snuggled up against me. Just like Angel had this morning. Angel......What were they doing right now?

"You mind if I use your phone?" I asked.