Later, after Nudge had woken up, and had the explanation and things, Nudge chose that she wanted her wings fully amputated, and that she would do rehab for her voice, though she was told that she may never be able to talk again.
Dr. Martinez also did the examination. She found that Nudge had ADD and was slightly dyslexic. She had slight MPD but not enough to control her. No insanity, just a lot of different medical conditions.
"Fang." Dr. Martinez said, catching before he slipped into his room.
"Huh?" he said, turning to face her.
"Nudge is an MPD patient, and ADD. And she also has dyslexia. When we finish the amputation on her wings, and it heals, I can take her to a real human doctor to get all of this confirmed. If they question the large scars on her back, I can make some lie up. Okay?" she asked.
"Okay. That sounds good. And maybe mention depression. That might be some of the reason that she is cutting. We know she must be very depressed, because of Max, and now losing her wings and voice."
"You're right. Do you want to see her? She's doing well." Dr. Martinez said, happily.
"Sure." Fang said, "I need to tell her sorry for hurting her for nothing." he said, before giving Dr. Mratinez a rare smile.
He went to Nudge's room, and opened the door. Fang frowned when he saw how Nudge looked away when he entered.
"Hey, Nudge." he said, looking at her, noticing the wrap that was around her neck and the padding and padding that made it so she lay on her back without a lot of discomfort.
She nodded, and looked away.
"I'm sorry. This is your fault, but I'm sorry for the way of been treating for it. No, I can't understand it, but I can try." Fang said, trying to be nice.
Nudge pointed across the room.
Fang traced her point to a dry erase board and marker. He grabbed it and handed it to Nudge.
She scribbled on it for a moment then held it up. "It's fine." she wrote.
Fang nodded. "Are you feeling better?" he asked.
"No." she wrote, in huge letters.
"Ahh. So, are you okay with not being able to fly?"
She just kept the board up.
"Then why did you do it?" Fang asked.
Nudge erased what was on the board and started writing again. After a few minutes she held it up again. "I don't know. I didn't want to, but I couldn't control myself." she had wrote.
"Ahh." Fang said.
