Still in NYC
If there was a Hell on earth it sure wasn't in Michigan. Warren was currently starting to wake, he saw he was in his personal doctor's office, he must have passed out after everything, because he couldn't remember much after Ric had grabbed him.
His wings felt heavier, suspended above him. Glancing back he saw that was indeed the case. The bandages wrapped around them were red in spots.
"Warren you shouldn't move yet. I had to reset your left wing, I'm having a hell of a time trying to cast it."
He glanced at the doc. "How bad was the break?"
"If it can be stabilized you'll make a full recovery. It's past the joint, I was debating having you fold them and cast it that way. THough, thinking it might be best if I just wrap it and not cast. That way we can keep the wounds clean."
There was a small growl from him but he nodded. "So no flying for a while."
"I don't even want you to want you lying on your back until it's healed. This is worse than when you were five."
"I'll try okay." He sighed wondering just how long he had been under. "Who brought me in?"
"I had to collect you from the hospital myself. Don't worry, I didn't tell your parents you were in that mess in Hell's Kitchen." The man stepped forward. "Here, I'm going to have to let your wings down slowly. Tell me the moment it hurts."
OOC: Just an update on what's goin on with feathers.
His wings felt heavier, suspended above him. Glancing back he saw that was indeed the case. The bandages wrapped around them were red in spots.
"Warren you shouldn't move yet. I had to reset your left wing, I'm having a hell of a time trying to cast it."
He glanced at the doc. "How bad was the break?"
"If it can be stabilized you'll make a full recovery. It's past the joint, I was debating having you fold them and cast it that way. THough, thinking it might be best if I just wrap it and not cast. That way we can keep the wounds clean."
There was a small growl from him but he nodded. "So no flying for a while."
"I don't even want you to want you lying on your back until it's healed. This is worse than when you were five."
"I'll try okay." He sighed wondering just how long he had been under. "Who brought me in?"
"I had to collect you from the hospital myself. Don't worry, I didn't tell your parents you were in that mess in Hell's Kitchen." The man stepped forward. "Here, I'm going to have to let your wings down slowly. Tell me the moment it hurts."
OOC: Just an update on what's goin on with feathers.