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Who would have thought I would have stepped foot in the School ever again?

Well, it wasn’t quite the School I grew up in, because there were no Erasers and everyone loved us. We were treated like royalty, and we had the best doctors available for Fang.

Fang. Just thinking his name brought tears to my eyes. This was significantly embarrassing, because the rest of the Flock was there with me, including Mom and Ella.

I couldn’t imagine losing my wings. He’d never be able to feel the wind in his hair again; we’d never be able to go for a private fly in the middle of the night ever again. It was awful.

He walked in just then, noticing the waiting room was all white, and winced. Iggy could see here, of course, and he was making derogatory comments about how bad my hair looked.

I stood and ran too him, wrapping my arms around his body. He returned the hug while the rest of the Flock stood with worried looks on their faces.

“You okay, dude?” Iggy asked quietly. Fang let go of me and nodded, looking at the ground.

“Fang?” said Jeb, coming out of the hallway. “How’s it look?”

“They put stitches on it,” said Fang with sadness in his eyes. Then he lifted his shirt and turned around. We all took a collective gasp.

There were no wings. It was just bare back and two large, red scars tracing his shoulder blades. Other than that, it was just skin.

Skin. No feathers, no black, silent wings. Just olive skin.

I wrapped my arms around him again. “Oh, Fang...”

He shut his eyes and gently pushed me away. I could see the pain written on his face.

“I’m going for a...walk,” he caught himself. He walked out the sliding doors like he had no where else to go.

I followed him, of course. He was sitting against the brick of the building, legs out in front of him and hands on his bent knees. I went over and sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulder.

“How does it feel?” I asked in a barely audible tone.

He shrugged, looking out over the sea of green in front of him. “Not...normal. Is that weird? I’m finally normal, and I don’t feel like myself.”

I laughed quietly, almost under my breath. “This is what we’ve dreamed of for years. A normal life. Jeeze.”

“Not like this,” he whispered to me. “They told me to stay here to recover and work out my balance. It’s harder to walk, now.”

“Yeah, ten pounds off your back would throw you off for a while,” I chuckled. “I’ll stay with you, okay?”

“Max, you don’t-”

“Yes I do,” I finalized, looking him in his dark eyes. “I’m here for you. I can’t leave you anywhere. We’re still close, even if you don’t have wings anymore.”

He turned and smiled at me. “Thanks, Max.”

Then he did something I thought he would never do: he hugged the living crap out of me.

Jeb burst through the sliding doors with a few document in his hands. He was panting and holding them up, “Guys! I have a plan!”

I stood up, Fang right behind me. “What plan?”

“We can...” he said through his panting. “We can grow...grow them back! We can get Fang’s wings back!”

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Fang was in the hospital bed, clenching my hand. He hated needles, hated how they made him who he was before he was even born, hated what the liquid inside could do to you.

But if he wanted his wings, he needed to brave through it.

“I’m scared, Max,” he whispered to me. “I’m really scared.”

I was amazed. Fang didn’t scream, but he also didn’t get scared. No matter what.

“Don’t worry,” I assured. “In a few days, you’ll be able to fly again and it’ll all be over with.”

He shrugged. “What if it doesn’t work?”

“It will work,” I promised. Squeezing his hand, I whispered,” If it doesn’t, Jeb dies.”

Just then, as if on cue, Jeb came out holding a needle with blackish liquid inside. “Raven,” he stated. “Just like before. We had Cardinal, and I didn’t know we could use Raven again. So we ordered it. What do you think?”

“Red?” Fang mouthed to me. It sounded awesome, but it wasn’t Fang. Fang needed his good old, black wings.

”Go with the black,” I advised. He nodded. He knew it was definitely for the best.

Jeb tentatively walked over with the needle. Fang turned his head and, out of character, he put his head into my shoulder. It was amazing how memories of needles could turn him into such a kid.

Even I had to close my eyes and Jeb inserted the needle into the inside of his elbow. Fang winced into my neck and I clenched his hand. It seemed like forever until the needle was finally out.

He stared at the pinprick. A drop of blood was coming out as Jeb threw away the tip.

“Well,” he started. “It will probably be the most painful thing you will ever experience, but I think it’s worth it.”

He nodded, and I sat on the end of his bed, watching the sun set through the curtains. This would be a long night.

Whoa. Pain. D: This is gonna suck for Fang. But hey, he’ll live. I hope. (cough).

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