The scientists began burning wings on Nudge. They wanted to make then look as natural as graphed on wings could. This process took many hours to graph the wings on the exact spot her natural wings were. This it's self wouldn't be to hard, except for the fact that Nudge Had damaged a lot of the nerve endings in her wings so to properly graph the wings on, they had to literally burn off the healed part of the damaged nerve to make them usable.
During the first four hours of the surgery, just opening the skin and burning the nerves, Nudge had woken up twice. Both times, screaming in agonizing pain. The whitecoats that were doing the surgery, Henderson and Fowlder, would enjoy her screams, so they usually waited a few minutes, before inducing her to sleep again.
Then they started putting the actual wings on her, and she didn't wake up once.
They did their very best as doctors and scientists to graph the wings on the original bone that supported her old wings, making it less painful for Nudge, comparing to the Flyboys, though it wouldn't be fluent anymore. they can't do it perfect.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Back at the house*~*~*~*~*~*~
The doctor, Dr. Granner, starter taking off Max's shirt. As she got it halfway over her head, Max groaned in her sleep.
"It's hurting her.... Please don't hurt Max." Angel murmured.
"Ms. Martinez, is it okay if I rip her shirt to get it off, so that I can help?" Dr. Granner asked.
"I don't mind." Dr. Martinez said, her eyes wide, watching the scene in front of her.
Dr. Granner looked around and frowned, "Angie, can you get me the pair of scissors from in my bag?" she asked.
"Sure." Angel said. She went over to Dr. Granner's bag and began to look through it. She pulled out a pair of black scissors and handed them to her.
"Thank you." she said, as she took the scissors. She put them to Max's collar and cut down, until Max's shirt was off.
Angel held her breath, as Dr Granner began patching deep cuts on Max's chest and stomach area. Then she got to her shoulders and Angel's face went pale, though she had been preparing for it.
"What's this?" she asked, her brows furrowed.
"Is there something wrong?" Dr. Martinez asked, knowing the problem exactly.
"There's.... wings....?" Dr. Granner said, her's eyes as wide as quarters and her face draining of color.
"Um..." Angel closed her eyes and slowly extended her wings. She let her small white wings expand out beside her, showing themselves completely. "We're mutants." she said, in a soft whisper, her head bowed.
