ilbarker's POV

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Pain....

That was all I could really feel....

I think I'm in the middle of some kind of forest....

There's lots of green above me....

Kinda hard to tell, though, with the blood in my eyes....

:/

My wings hurt....

Scratch that.

My EVERYTHING hurts.

I could vaguely feel Kit's stick still clutched in my hand.

Pretty sure I'ma die of blood loss at this rate....

And...main characters should stick together?

Like, he severely broke the fourth wall there?

But who main characters?

Becca?  ...Some...other main character that I can't think of cuz I have a HUGE FLIPPING HOLE IN MY WING THAT HURTS A LOT.

In...out...in...out....

I feel like each breath might be my last....

No, I'm not being over dramatic.

I literally feel like I'm dying right now....

I can't really hear anything besides my own heartbeat....

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Did...I hear grass crunching?

Is someone coming?

I can't....

Fading....

???'s POV

I sighed heavily as I took my weekly walk to my getaway home.

I REALLY hate my older brother sometimes....

Like, he is RIDICULOUSLY paranoid about humans.

I mean, I guess I understand why, but Mitch is different.

SO MUCH DIFFERENT.

And Jeremy just can't bother to accept that Mitch is different from other humans.

And Kirby....

Well, I think Jeremy locked him up just to spite me.

Being co-chief didn't really do anything for me....

I froze when I smelled a very...coppery smell.

I turned towards where the smell was strongest and walked a bit to come across...a...strangely familiar-looking body.

It was a girl of some kind.  She had angel wings, but her left wing had a large hole in it.

Ouch.

She was very bloodied and beaten-looking.  But....

She didn't look like she was from Minecraftia....

I knelt down next to her and placed a paw on her neck.

...*thump*...*thump*....

She was alive...but just barely.

I swear, I've seen this girl before....

Think, think, think....

WHY CAN'T BACCAS BE GOOD AT THINKING??!

I was deep in thought for a bit until I suddenly remembered.

This was one of those girls that, for some weird reason, WANTED to get executed with Becca.  I think...the one who was trying to apologize to Quentin?

I vaguely remember her saying something about her being glad it wasn't doctors or boats....

How much does she hate doctors?

I mean, if I left her like this...she'd die.  Without a doubt.

And...is she holding a stick?

It isn't Minecraftia-looking, either, so I guess I shouldn't just throw this out or something....

I REALLY hope she won't, like, attack me or kill me or something if I just try to help her....

I doubt that she'd rather die....

As gently as I could, I picked her up bridal style, her right wing flung over her like a small blanket.

I turned back the direction I was originally going and continued towards my other home.

I wonder if the tribe would freak if they saw her....

I mean, for one, she isn't really...human, and she isn't of this dimension, either.

Well, I won't let them take someone away from me.

Not again.

AND ALL YOU CRAZY SHIP-HIGH PEOPLE, DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO SHIP ME AND WHOEVER-THIS-IS.  GEEZ.

Annnd back to ilbarker's POV!

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...My everything still hurts....

I hope that means I'm not dead....

And...the ground didn't feel like ground anymore....

It felt...semi-soft/hard/some-kind-of-pliable-thing.

I dunno, don't judge me!

I took shallow breaths and opened my eyes slowly.

I didn't feel...bloody anymore, if that makes sense.

The first thing I saw was some kind of wooden ceiling dimly lit by something.

I turned my head very slowly to the right, wincing at the pains I was feeling.

I saw a small lantern/lamp/thing that was lighting the room.  There was also a closed door.

Then...I actually started to really feel again.

It felt like...weird cloth things were all over my body.  Some were wet, though I wasn't sure with what.

My left wing felt...weird.  Like, I couldn't really move it that much.

My right one felt really bruised, but I could move and curl it a bit.

I turned ever so slowly to the left to see that...whatever I was on was away from the wall and my left wing was straightened out along some kind of plaster thingy.

Wait...is that...a cast...?

Wait...aren't casts...doctor things...?

Oh God.

I could feel my breath quicken slightly.

I HATE DOCTORS.

Like, you don't understand.

Even to the point of DEATH I don't want someone helping me.

Ridiculous, I know.

But that doesn't change the fact that I'm terrified of them.

I'd rather just stay unconscious through the whole process.

Unfortunately, judging from the setting I was in, I doubted the person had anything that could SAFELY knock me back out.

I shut my eyes tight as I started shivering.

I think I was starting to have a panic attack.

Oh God, please let me be dreaming.

I just kept trembling, my hands gripping cloths around my legs tightly.

Calm...calm...calm....

Aww, who am I kidding...?  I'm freaking out!

I don't think it helped that the door was then opened slowly.

I just kept my eyes closed.

Dream...nightmare...anything but reality...please....

"Hello...?"  A familiar voice said uncertainly.

I shivered a little less.

That voice...where had I heard it before...?

I cracked an eye open to see a furry man in a black suit/tuxedo thing.

"J-J-Jerome...?"  I said quietly.

"Are...you...ok...?"  He asked, keeping his distance from me.

I shook my head violently.  "No.  No.  Doctor.  Too much like.  Please.  No."

Yeah, that was understandable.

Jerome winced.  "I know...I heard you say something about doctors in the execution....  But...I couldn't just leave you there.  You would've died.  Even now...it's gonna be at least a week before you'll even be able to walk, much less go anywhere alone."

"N-No...p-please...."

Jerome sighed and left the room.

No, wait, don't leave me alone!

Ahhh...I can't flipping think straight!

Please...let this all be a nightmare...please...I don't fridging understand....

Jerome came back in with some weird herb in his hand.  "Eat this."

I shook my head again and turned away, unable to move my body from the beatdown it had taken.

Jerome sighed.  "I...didn't wanna have to do this...but...."

He gently grabbed my head and pulled it toward him.

I weakly struggled against, but it just made everything hurt worse.

He made me open my mouth and he placed the herb in, closing my mouth and holding it shut.

I wouldn't swallow it.

Jerome held me in a sorta-gentle headlock until I couldn't keep the herb from being swallowed.

Once I did swallow it, Jerome backed away.  "This should help you...if you do really hate doctors that much...."

He walked out of the room again, closing the door.

What had he....

I struggled to keep my eyes open.

Ok, maybe he did have a safe way of knocking me out again.

I closed my eyes gratefully, wanting to escape this nightmare...even if we had to do this for a week.

???'s POV

"Human!"

I looked up, sighing internally.

Kirby shifted in my arms but stayed asleep.

Yeah...me and Jerome kinda treated him like our child.

Or...at least we did...until we came here.

Now I was the only one who could take care of him since they rarely let Jerome come here.

The bacca guard threw me a small container of bread and water.

The exact same thing me and Kirby have been eating for...I dunno, a month and a half?

I sat up against the wall of my cell, nudging Kirby a bit.  "Kirby~  Time ta eat."

He mumbled lightly and opened his eyes.  "I'm not hungry, boyo....  I miss Jerome."

He had lost a lot of weight.  He wasn't getting the right nutrients.  He just tended to sleep a lot.  It was how he coped with our situation.

Well, he did have a slightly different build than me or Jerome, so I don't exactly know what nutrients he needs or how much he needs to sleep.

I smiled.  "You need to eat anyway.  You may be 200 years old, but you're still technically a growing child and you need to eat."

Yeah...Kirby is a 200 year old child.  Blame that Kirby anime that said he was a 200 year old child.

Kirby sighed and climbed out of my arms.  He opened the container and pulled out the two small loaves of bread and two small bottles of water.  He handed one of each to me and...sat down?  He kinda is already super close to the ground....  Eh.

He nibbled at his bread and so did I.

He wasn't the only one who missed our fluffy....