Inmate 43289; Young, Flynn

[CAMP MEDIC]

Dr. Mason looked over the file of the girl that was being sent to him for testing. He wasn't sure what process the camp took to choose who would and would not be experimented on, and he personally didn't care. He was there to do a job and he would do as instructed. He had been informed there was the potential for consequences if he didn't follow the orders, but there was a deep part of him that was interested in figuring these creatures out.

He was prepped on the procedure but now he was looking into the young woman's folder. Inmate 43289; Young, Flynn. She had a kind face, wings that appeared to those of a magpie's. There wasn't much information on her other than she was an employee of the Vintage Carousel on Peanut Street and was an only child.

Dr. Mason moved to the try that had been set up for him with the tools he would need. It stood next to an operating table that had leather straps attached for hands and feet. On either side of the bed were adjustable table like attachments with more leather straps, intended to tie down wings. The thought of what he would do to her bothered him a little, but he also knew it was all in the name of science. This would perhaps benefit people of her kind or even birds. That's what he told himself to wash the guilt away, anyway.

He heard the outside door buzz and then the door to the operating room he was in opened, the guards pushing in the petite woman. She was striking but he tried not to notice. He didn't greet her, not wanting this to become personal. Instead he got right down to business. "Please remove your jumpsuit and lay face down on the bed." He instructed, his face in the file still, pen in hand as he took notes. "Are you allergic to any medications? Do you have a family history of any illnesses?" He asked as was customary of doctors. She might not be human, but she looked it and she had been, as far as he knew, born and raised there in Scriptor Bay which to him meant that she was subject to all those things humans were. Last thing he needed was to give her morphine only to find it killed her. No one was dying on his watch today.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Never in all of her life had Flynn ever experienced the kind of fear she had since she was shipped to the detainment facility. Every Avisaille she even knew appeared to be caged in with her, all filled with the same fear and hopelessness as she found herself with. When she'd gotten her wings clipped it had to be the most mortifying of all experiences. Not only did they clip a wing so she couldn't fly away but it had been a friend, Marius, who had clipped her wing. He'd been just as shocked as she had been to see him. He hadn't known that she was an Avisaille until that day and it wasn't how she wanted him to find out. If she ever wanted to tell Marius and Abby that she was an Avisaille then she'd like to have done it on her own terms.

Fortunately for her and unfortunate for him, Griffin was also there and during their time allotted outside to roam around she had him. They found themselves hanging around the gate mostly which separated them from the Therians, where she saw Brandon with the petite owner of Sunshine's Too. Her and Griffin would hang around Claire and Cheyenne mostly. It was heartbreaking to watch Griffin and Claire stand on opposite sides of the fence, close enough to touch but unable to due to the electric current that ran through their barricade. The only thing that kept her from panicking was knowing that Liam wasn't caged the way that they were. As far as she knew the Gargoyles and the Blurrs were just fine and still free in the city. All she could do was hope that between them and the rest of the city they would be able to get them out of there. This was just what she had feared when Mordecai wanted to live out in the open. Now he was dead but his dream had come true only to be their nightmare. But she couldn't say she resented or even blamed him for this. Never would he imagine this.

When the guard came to get her she had been curled up on one of the cots in the women's bunker, talking softly with some of the other women, all of them just trying to stay calm. But Flynn was anything but calm when the guard escorted her to the infirmary where she was greated by a doctor. One who she had never seen before and another person who knew what she was. She felt like a piece of her had been taken away. Her wings were no longer private, shown only to those she trusted. She felt too vulnerable.

"Please remove your jumpsuit and lay face down on the bed." Never being one to shy away from nudity she found herself wishing she had more layers of clothing on. But she knew if she didn't slip out of the jumpsuit she would be punished the way she'd seen a few others punished. There were avisailles who had tried to be defiant and had only been beaten to the ground. Flynn was brighter than that and no matter how desperately she wanted to be free she wasn't going to fight her way out of there. She cringed at papercuts for goodness sake! Slowly she unzipped the jumpsuit and gingerly moved it down over her wings to get them out of the slits in the back of the blue jumper without losing too many feathers. They weren't nearly as full as they had been before the tree split. Dropping the jumpsuit to the ground she stood there in the undergarments that had been given to her, draping her arms around her stomach and chest to try and hide herself from his view, not that he was looking.

"Are you allergic to any medications? Do you have a family history of any illnesses?" Flynn shook her head sadly from side to side before moving to the bed timidly. What was he going to do to her? Was this some sort of standard checkup that they were doing with all the avisailles? There had been a few women who had gone to the infirmary but none of them were avisialles that she knew. "No.." she uttered and cautiously got up onto the bed lying down on her stomach, taking deep breaths to keep herself from crying but truth be told she was terrified. "What are you going to do?"

[CAMP MEDIC]

He heard the unzipping of her clothes but didn't bother looking. Yes, she was attractive but he tried to remain at least semi professional and he wasn't allowed to simply leave the room and come back, so he continued to look through his paperwork. "No.." Came her timid reply. "What are you going to do?" He didn't intend to instill panic in her before tying her down, so he ignored the question. At least for now.

"Birth date?" He asked looking to the guard and nodding towards the woman. The man came and began the process of strapping her down as she answered the rest of his questions. He brought her wrists up level to her face, strapping them into the leather bindings. "Is there any chance you might be pregnant?" He asked again waiting for a reply before continuing, the guard moving to her ankles. "Have you produced any offspring?" He asked, scribbling her answers down in the file.

When he was finished he set everything down and got up, moving to Flynn. Her wings were some of the more beautiful he'd seen. The blue was brilliant and the white against the black was striking. She truly was a miraculous creature. "I'm going to have to ask you to try and remain still during this exam. We're going to start with an x-ray of your wings. Please spread them over the side tables." He waited for her to comply and then pressed them to where he needed them. "Good. Keep still."

Dr. Mason brought the x-ray machine over and slid a lead vest over her back for protection. He took several pictures of each wing and then pulled them up on a computer in the room to view them. He was silent for a while studying the pictures. Finally he got up and quietly moved to her wings. He pulled the straps over the top of her wings and strapped them down. There were two on either side, and he had to lift the tables higher so she could rest them more easily. It also allowed him better access.

"We will begin without anesthesia." He informed her softly, pressing onto her humerus in the left wing. The bone was large and firm. "When the pain becomes unbearable I want you tell me." He ignored any comments she made, putting his gloves on and turning back to her. He pressed his left hand on the large bone extending from her shoulder, his right hand sliding beneath the extra limb and putting pressure on the bone, bending it backwards as if he were trying to snap it. He put only a little pressure on, not enough to truly hurt, or so he thought. "On a scale of one to ten, how much pain do you feel. Ten being severe, zero being not at all."

He noted her answer and repeated the process, pushing up and asking. The higher her went, the more it hurt. He continued the slow process until she cried out, but he didn't stop until he could not longer press without likely breaking the bone. Finally he set the wing down and moved away from Flynn and to his notes, sitting on his stool and writing his findings down, not nearly done with her yet.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn answered all the questions that were asked of her giving all honest answers. She did everything he instructed including spreading her wings out but when the guard put the restraints on her she started to panic. She was more than willing to answer his questions and let him do his check up if that was what he needed to do but the restraints seemed to be too much and she moved her wrists and ankles against them to see if they would loosen or come off but they did not.

The x-ray was a standard procedure apart from the bindings and she remained as still as she could while the machine ran. She didn't know how long she would have to remain there but it already seemed like it had been quite a while when he turned off the machine and was getting ready to move on to whatever was next.

"We will begin without anesthesia." Flynn didn't know what he would need to do that would require anesthesia but she started to get antsy and squirmed a bit against the bindings. "When the pain becomes unbearable I want you to tell me." She felt the pressure against her left wing and as much as she wanted to shift and try to wiggle away she knew it would be best if she just stayed still. "I don't understand.. why would it hurt?" She asked him in a soft voice and felt a slight discomfort in her wing creeping up into her left shoulder blade almost like a cramp. But the more he pressed against the bone in the wrong directly she felt her breath hitch, taking shorter breaths and shutting her eyes. "On a scale of one to ten, how much pain do you feel. Ten being severe, zero being not at all." It wasn't more discomfort than pain at this point and she tried to compare it to pain she'd felt before. It was like any other appendage. A part of her body.

"Six.." she told him which made him start it all again, except this time he was applying more pressure, pushing her wing in the wrong directly and she cried out softly. "It hurts." Flynn hoped when she said that it hurt that he would stop but he didn't. He kept going and she cried out again. "It hurts!" She said louder and started to struggle against the restraints again before he stopped and she could hear him walking away from her. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, gazing at her wing and wishing she could unbind it and fly away. What purpose did it serve to bend her wing the wrong way? "Why are you doing this?" She hoped she'd get an answer but she knew her question would likely be ignored.

[CAMP MEDIC]

"Why are you doing this?" Dr. Mason looked up briefly before back at his notes. "Because I was instructed to." He said plainly not looking up again. He wrote his findings scribbling away in her chart. When he was finished he got up and moved to a small metal try, picking up the large syringe on it and inserting the tip into a vile of clear liquid. He filled it to capacity, draining nearly half the small bottle and then set it back on the table, moving it over to where Flynn was.

"Try and relax." He instructed softly, moving his fingers over the wing where he had been pressing before. He poked around a little and began to push the feathers around gently, not wanting to hurt her too much. He was to assume that plucking her feathers would be similar to plucking a birds, which would not only be painful but likely cause excessive bleeding and he didn't need her freaking out more than she was already.

"Alright, you're going to feel a small pinch and then a light burn, but it should only last a moment." He told her picking the syringe up. "Don't move." He slid the needle in, injecting the liquid into her wing. Slowly be pushed the needle in further, pushing the liquid further into her flesh. He pulled the syringe out and moved it to another area, but the Novocaine would have begun to work and she wouldn't feel this pinch, though she might feel the burning as the liquid seeped through her appendage. He numbed the whole area up to her shoulder blade. The wing was useless now, likely a dead weight.

He ignored her for the most part, picking up gauze from the table the empty syringe lay on, and forceps. He then began the tedious process of plucking the feathers in a small area around the bone, using the gauze to wipe the blood clear. "Just relax, miss Young." He instructed, his tone almost bored as he focused on the work at hand.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

"Because I was instructed to." She couldn't have received a colder answer than that one. This doctor was not very personable and didn't seem to want to be friendly at all with her. That only made matters worse and she frowned, feeling hurt by the answer. "Try and relax." Flynn lifted her head to look at him taking notice of the syringe he had and instinctively jerked away. It was hard to relax when she didn't know what he was planning on injecting into her body and she whimpered quietly, forcing herself to stay as still as possible.

"Alright, you're going to feel a small pinch and then a light burn, but it should only last a moment." She looked at the syringe again and shook her head, wanting to protest but what could she say? He wasn't going to listen. He didn't when she told him he was hurting her. "Don't move." She felt the pinch of the needle and then the hot burn of the medication being injected. It didn't take long for the medication to work as she felt her wing going limp, numbing up right before she was pricked again and feeling the burn sensation once more.

Flynn laid her head back down on the bed and steadied her breathing. There was nothing she could do now while her wing was limp. She could try to move her wing but it wouldn't budge, only tingle like it was asleep. She could feel each one being plucked out but they didn't hurt. It was a weird feeling but it was also mortifying watching him pluck out each of her lovely feathers in a spot of her wing, watching it grow bare. "Just relax, miss Young." She shut her moistened eyes and sniffled. She didn't want to watch her feathers being plucked, the blood made her squeamish. "Please stop.." she pleaded gently, her eyes still shut. "You don't have to do this.."

[CAMP MEDIC]

The man steadily plucked at the feathers trying to ignore the girls sniffles and cries. Really he couldn't blame her completely, but nothing was really going to stop him from completing his testing. "Please stop.." she pleaded, but he ignored her. Things were only going to get worse and she was already whining. "You don't have to do this.." Oh, he didn't? Because something said that guard would seriously hurt him if he stopped now. Did she expect him to set her free? Was she that naive?

There was one thing he could do to make this better for her, though. Honestly, it would make it better for himself as well. He stopped what he was doing, applying a fresh piece of gauze and some pressure to the small bald patch he'd created on her wing. Without saying anything to her he moved to a medicine cabinet behind her, pulling it open and pulling out another small bottle. He brought out a fresh syringe and filled it with the liquid in the bottle before coming back to the girl.

"Another light pinch, just take a deep breath." He told her softly, not wanting to alarm her as he pricked her arm with the needle. He slowly injected the Propofol into her, which would make her fall asleep within a minute or two. Once he emptied the syringe he moved back towards where he had been working on her wing.

"Take deep breaths, Flynn." He reminded, his voice low and deep, almost gentle. He waited until she was nodding off to continue his work, deciding it would be better for her.

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Dr. Mason was just finishing stitching up Flynn's wing when she began to come to. The patch where he had begun to pluck was much larger now and there was a gash there where he was sewing. She was still under anesthesia so she wouldn't feel pain but his tools were still out. "You're to relax for the next few days while this heals, Flynn." He instructed when he noted she was up. He began cleaning the area, first on her skin, and then his tray. "You might be uncomfortable for a few days, but you will be allowed pain medication to make it more manageable. You will be brought here every day before lunch to have your broken wing examined, and your wound will need redressing before bed this evening. A nurse will get you to take care of that." He explained, knowing she might freak out, glad that she was still tethered to the bed. "Do you feel well enough to sit up?" He asked, his voice still low and bordering on gentle. He moved to her, unbuckling her feet from the bed. He was going to need to immobilize her wing so that it would heal properly. "Or do you need a few more minutes to lay? When we're through I have something for you to eat since you've missed breakfast."

[FLYNN YOUNG]

It took everything she had to be completely still and keep quiet, but the more feathers that were plucked the more she felt her heart break. She’d always found her wings (and the wings of other Avisailles) to be absolutely beautiful. But it wasn’t their beauty that she was upset over. No, Flynn wasn’t so vain to think they were any less beautiful because the feathers were being plucked out of them. She knew even if they were bare they would still be hers and they’d still be beautiful. It was the fact that she’d already gotten them clipped from someone she’d known, and she knew that she’d have to wait for them to grow back before she could even imagine flying again, but now with these other feathers gone how long would she have to wait for those to grow back? Would they grow back straight and thick as the others, the same color? Or would they be forever damaged and weak?

When he grabbed another syringe and injected some more medicine into her she felt this medicine move through her body and making her relax even more. But the more it relaxed her the more nervous she became and was all but hyperventilating. Her ragged, sharp breaths leaving her light headed while her eyes were blurred by the frightened tears that welled there. But it only lasted a short amount of time because she was quickly drifting off into a deep sleep.

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When Flynn came to it took a few blinks before she could make sense of the fuzzy images that she saw. The white room came into view first and then the doctor and her wing. Her wing! She watched as the doctor was stitching up a wound on her wing, but because of the groggy state she was in she didn’t panic or even budge. She just watched with her eyes half shut, sluggishly blinking and trying to keep her vision in focus. "You're to relax for the next few days while this heals, Flynn." She heard the words but it took awhile for them to register in her head what he was talking about. "You might be uncomfortable for a few days, but you will be allowed pain medication to make it more manageable. You will be brought here every day before lunch to have your broken wing examined, and your wound will need redressing before bed this evening. A nurse will get you to take care of that." Flynn just wanted to go back to sleep but when he asked if she was well enough to sit up she nodded, feeling the bindings fall from her ankles she let one leg drop over the side of the bed like she was getting ready to get up but was taking her time.

She looked at the bald patch on her wing and the black stitches that laced through the flesh. It didn’t hurt. Not yet anyway, but it confused her. “What did you do to me?” Flynn asked him quietly and waited for him to undo the rest of her restraints so that she’d be about to sit up. The side of her face was warm and had the imprint of the table against it. “..what did you do to my wing?”

[CAMP MEDIC]

The doctor watched as Flynn slid her leg off the table. He reached down and pushed it back up, not wanting her to roll off the table when he undid her wrist restraints. "Hang on." He told her softly. “What did you do to me?” She asked as he undid the wrist restraints on her left side. “..what did you do to my wing?”

He just finished undoing the other restraint. "Just a simple cut to the bone. We want to study how it mends in comparison to human and bird bones. If you keep it relaxed and don't move it too much you should have no problem with a speedy recovery. There should be no lasting damage to the bone, either. It's a clean cut, should heal nicely." He informed her, helping her to sit up. She was mild mannered and still a little doped up so he wasn't afraid of her acting up, especially since the guard was right there to protect him if he was wrong.

"Okay, now sit up as straight as you can. There you go, put your left arm up and touch your head. Good. Stay like that." He moved to his tray and got a gauze pad, covering the wound and taping the gauze down before wrapping the whole wing. When he was done he moved it slowly to a bending position and tucked it tight to Flynn's body before fastening it to her torso with more gauze and tape.

"That should keep it still. The medication should wear off within the next hour. We have something for you to eat while you wait in addition to some pain medication. It might make you feel a little tired, which is normal. Can you stand?" He offered his hand to help her up if she needed it.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

"Just a simple cut to the bone. We want to study how it mends in comparison to human and bird bones. If you keep it relaxed and don't move it too much you should have no problem with a speedy recovery. There should be no lasting damage to the bone, either. It's a clean cut, should heal nicely."

Flynn thought she was going to be sick. She was still whoozy from the medication he’d given her, making her feel so much like she had when she’d been drugged and brought to this awful prison on that first day. Why did he need to know how her bones would heal? She didn’t understand.. the procedure seemed pointless in her mind and she started to tear up at the thought of her wing damaged. Would she be able to fly again? She’d almost broken a wing before and it had been excruciatingly painful.

Her wings were a part of her and like any other appendage she had to move them. They had to be stretched and cared for. Sometimes they even moved depending on how she was feeling and that made her even more upset. If she was startled or scared her wings tended to stick straight out. But now what would happen? Would her wing stay limp against her or would any sort of moving put her in pain? At the moment she was still numb and she wanted to move her wings desperately but she knew she couldn’t and kept them as still as possible. When he instructed her to put her hand on her head she did as she was told and turned her head to the side so she could watch him bandage it up. At this point she couldn’t keep the tears from coming and they ran freely down her face though she didn’t make a sound.

"That should keep it still. The medication should wear off within the next hour. We have something for you to eat while you wait in addition to some pain medication. It might make you feel a little tired, which is normal. Can you stand?" She nodded pathetically and slowly she got up to her feet, teetering a bit but she braced herself by holding onto the edge of the bed until she had her balance. He was going to give her food and drug her so she’d go back to sleep again. She wouldn’t be allowed to do chores, the only thing that managed to keep her mind off of being caged. She couldn’t fly anymore and wouldn’t be able to in a very long time. All she wanted to do was go home. She wanted Liam.

She sniffled and wiped at her stained cheeks with the back of her hand before looking up to watch the doctor. “We’ve never harmed anyone.. we don’t deserve to be imprisoned because of what we are..” Flynn said softly and wiped at her eyes again. She’d never felt so low before in her whole life. She felt like she wasn’t even a person anymore.. she was nothing more than a science experiment now.

[CAMP MEDIC]

The doctor went to the fridge in the room and pulled out a tuna fish sandwich figuring if the girl didn't like it or want it she would say something. He also pulled out a bottle of juice and a bottle of water, wanting her to have some sugar in her considering she hadn't really eaten yet that day.

“We’ve never harmed anyone.. we don’t deserve to be imprisoned because of what we are..”

He looked at her for a moment, studying her briefly. Did she think he could do anything about her treatment? That he could waltz up to those in charge and tell them they weren't being exactly fair? Hell, he didn't even know who his boss was there. He was given orders and he was expected to follow through with them.

"Unfortunately there is little I can do about that Miss Young." He told her in a slightly apologetic voice. He moved to get some pain medication for her, slipping it into a little cup. She would be wise to take it but he wouldn't force it upon her. "I don't make the rules in this establishment, I'm just required to follow them. If I weren't to carry them out, someone else would. For what it's worth I apologize for your inconvenience." He was very professional, knowing better than to get too emotionally involved with patients. It was a slipper slope, and one he didn't care to travel on.

"Please have some lunch. When you're finished I'd like for you to lie down. The nurse and the guard will stay in case you need anything. I have another patient to see and then I will be back to check on you." He waved to the small table where the food was set out. "If you're still hungry the nurse will provide you with more food." And with that he bowed out of the room, not wanting to talk any further.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

"Unfortunately there is little I can do about that Miss Young." It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe the doctors were being held here just like they were. Even in the infirmary there were guards everywhere and she was starting to wonder if maybe they were there to watch the doctors as well. Maybe the doctors were hired. Or maybe he wasn’t being honest and the doctors were the ones who put this together. So many thoughts swam through Flynn’s mind but she couldn’t make a solid deduction with the remnants of the drug he’d pumped her full of still working. She stood there with her shoulders slumped, one wing hanging lazily down her back while the other was bound against her, numb and immobile.

The doctor had been nice enough to apologize to her. He was just following orders. She was reminded of the concentration camps all over Europe during the Holocaust. The Nazis were just following orders but it didn’t justify them. Flynn would much rather die doing what she believed right rather than harm helpless people for something they couldn’t change and didn’t deserve. She should have been angry with the man but really she just felt sorry for him. If he wanted to study her she would have been more than willing. She would have told him anything he wanted to know about her and her kind, just like she was sure others would have stood up and volunteered information just as well. But they wanted to treat them like animals instead of human beings.

She did as she was instructed and took a seat at the table where the food had been set up for her. She could smell the tuna between the bread and her stomach gurgled as if on cue. Picking up the sandwich she took a small bite, hoping that it didn’t have anything in it that she wouldn’t like, like more medicine or any other mystery. But after that first bite she took another and then another until she finished the whole sandwich. Flynn had always been a peckish eater but since they were only fed during certain times and the often times the food was questionable Flynn found herself starving most of the time. Most of the time she just didn’t eat no matter how hungry she was these days, and that tuna sandwich was the best thing she’d tasted in days. The sugar in the juice made her feel even better than the sandwich had and she knew that any medicine he’d give her now she wouldn’t get jittery after that meal.

Scooping up the bottle of water she held it close to her chest and glanced at the guard nervously before she moved back over to the bed, laying down and keeping the water close as if she expected someone to take it from her if she didn’t drink it right away but nobody did. Her eyes landed on the nurse who looked like she was filing away charts for other patients. “When will we get to go home?” She asked quietly and the nurse looked at Flynn before her eyes flickered to the guard. The nurse didn’t have to say anything, her face gave it away as she looked almost saddened and quickly turned her back to the Avisaille, going about her business. That was answer enough and Flynn just shut her eyes and quietly waited for the doctor to come back so she could go.

[CAMP MEDIC]

Dr. Mason went about his business, seeing another patient and running some light tests on them while he waited for the anesthesia to wear off on Miss Young. When he was done with the other patient he had a light lunch before returning to Miss Young. In all it had been nearly an hour and a half since he'd left the room. The nurse and guard would likely want to be relieved, but he really didn't care much for them.

When he returned to the room he let himself in noting she was asleep. The procedure would have likely taken a toll on her so he wasn't all that surprised. There was still plenty of medication in her to make her drowsy and he wouldn't be surprised if she were sleepy the rest of the day. For her sake hopefully she would be able to get some sleep that night, but if for whatever reason she could not he would make sure to let the nurse on call know to distribute the proper medication to give her some aid.

He moved to the inmate and pressed a hand on her upper arm and gave a light shake. "Time to wake up, miss Young." He said his voice stern but not unkind, letting her know he didn't care to dilly dally anymore than necessary. When she was awake he helped her sit up. "The medication we gave you during lunch should help ease the pain of your broken wing. Our aim isn't to make you feel complete discomfort, no more than necessary. On a scale from one to ten, one being no pain at all, ten being severe pain, how would you rate the pain you feel right now in the broken wing?"

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn didn't know when she fell asleep or how long she'd been out, but she was having nice dreams of a time when she'd gone flying under the clear blue skies of Megsy Isle. Where the only worry she had was whether or not she lathered on enough sunscreen. All too soon she was being shaken, a sign that it was time to wake up and slowly she stirred, opening her eyes and looked up into the face of the doctor once more. She’d fallen asleep on top of the bottle of water leaving her in an uncomfortable position, feeling stiff and sore she slowly rose up into a seated position with the help of the doctor. Although he wasn’t as nice as she would have liked he wasn’t rude either. He helped her when she needed it and he wasn’t being unnecessarily cruel to her.

"The medication we gave you during lunch should help ease the pain of your broken wing. Our aim isn't to make you feel complete discomfort, no more than necessary. On a scale from one to ten, one being no pain at all, ten being severe pain, how would you rate the pain you feel right now in the broken wing?"

She reached up to rub at her right eye and then ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about her answer. There was definite discomfort but that was because her wing was bound up and she couldn’t move it. There was also that dull pain that she felt.. it was sore the way her arm would feel if she slept on it wrong, and she knew that was the doing of the medicine keeping her from feeling any real pain. It would ache and stiffen and no matter how much pain medication she received it wouldn’t stop the miserableness she felt and worry about whether she’d be able to fly properly ever again. “..three.” She told him softly and hung her head, still drowsy and wanting to just lay back down and sleep again. She wanted to sleep until her wing healed. Until this nightmare was over and they were able to go back home. But they were going to study how her bones healed.. small bones took anywhere from four to six weeks to heal while larger bones - like her wing - could take anywhere from six weeks to three months. She didn’t like the thought of staying there for three months while they watched her bones mend back together. She couldn’t place another Avisaille she knew who had broken a wing in order to tell how long it would in fact take. “Can I leave now? I just want to lay down..”

[CAMP MEDIC]

“..three.” He raised a brow and nodded, writing it down in the file. "Very good." He muttered softly as an answer. Either they doped her up pretty good or she had a high threshold for pain. Either way he was satisfied with the answer because he didn't need her coming to the nurses whining and crying. There was a good chance she would be ignored in that case, and he wanted to make sure she was healing properly.

“Can I leave now? I just want to lay down..”

The doctor looked up at her and then back at her chart, nodding. "Yes." He said softly. "You are to relax for the rest of the day until you become more accustomed to the pain medication. You can do some light chores tomorrow, I'll make sure to write so in your chart. Please refrain from moving your wings or taking the bandages off. As I mentioned earlier a nurse will come to collect you later this evening to change the bandages. You will receive pain medication every six hours and will come back to see me in three days to check that wing out." He looked to the guard and nodded to him as he came forward. "Please escort her back to the barracks." He told him his voice professional at all times before he looked back at Flynn. "When you sleep try and do so on your stomach or your healthy side. I'll see you in three days." He shut the chart and left Flynn with the guard in the room. He trusted he would get her back safely and he had other people to see.

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