What happened after I opened the front door wasn't what I expected. It came down to me helping another stranger. Yeah, you heard me right. The only reason I didn't drop them where they stood was because Sara said that they needed my help, or at least she thought it towards me. I gave my blood, to Gabriel. (That's what the kid's name was.) He apparently had one of his wings cut off by his father. I gave him my blood. I don't know why. Jazz gave him my room for tonight. So know we are on opposite couches. Unfortunately I got stuck with the two seated couch. My shins dangle off the end of it. Whatever, my mind is too all over the place to go to sleep.
I saw a lot of emotions in his eyes as he was talking about the family that helped him. There was gratefulness, sorrow, and even love. Something told me he met more than just a helpful family. He fell for the girl that whooped up on him. I looked at Jazz, already asleep on the other couch. Do I feel that way, for her? She was beautiful. My best friend. It's not like I don't love the other guys, but she's different. I wonder if she feels the same for me. We grew up together, even though it was a good year and half ago when I went a-wol.
That's when I heard screaming. It wasn't screaming from my guys, but I jumped up none-the-less. Jazz jumped up too, and we were up the stares in a matter of seconds. The screaming was coming from the Master Bedroom. I slammed the door opened to see the kid squirming on the bed. Jazz was keeping the others at bay and out of the room. I ran to the other side of the bed and ripped the sheets off to get a better look at what was happening. He was wrenching in pain. He calmed down for a second for me to scream at him. "What's going on?" His response was a moan, followed by more screaming. He shot up and grabbed my throat with both hands. "What. Did. You. Put. In. ME?!" he said in huffs of breath. He was to weak to actually choke me.
He then fell doubled over on the bed. His left wing shot out. Then with a series of sickening sounds, his right wing shot out as well; covered in blood.
The blood shot out creating a few splatters on the wall. Gabriel was huffing and sucking in breath. He turned his head so he can look at the thing that shot out of his body; it broke through the stitches that were once there. He then stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom. I helped him in there. I turned on the light. And the kid stared at the mirror, started to laugh, but it was interrupted by the sound of him throwing up in my sink.
After the kid cleaned himself up and got the few stray stitsches still in his body he went to sleep on the couch. While I cleaned up the blood stains on the wall.
I don't know if I did a great thing, or made a huge mistake.
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