"Well, good news and bad news,"

"Bad news first," Gavin groaned, in one of the windows where the pain lessened and he stopped screaming and wriggling.

"Well, Ryan was correct; they don't yet know how to help you, but the good news is that apparently if you just let everything happen, leave the blood and just let the body do what it needs to do, then you'll be okay. Tired as fuck, but okay,"

"Oh thank God. You hear that Gavvy? You're gonna be okay!" Michael hugged his head and kissed the top of it, releasing him apologetically when Gavin grunted out a muffled warning that he couldn't breathe.

"Here, I know they won't do much, but take these," Michael held out the pills and the bottle of water.

"I-I've never had a pill before, Michael,"

"Does your first time in everything have to be with me?" Michael tried to lighten the mood with a joke and Gavin whacked him, turning red.

"We will be discussing this later," Ryan teased.

The Brit reached out for the water bottle but recoiled as the pain returned, buncing (I'm not sorry) the water bottle a little. It splashed on Michael, in response to which the cat hybrid gave an involuntary hiss.

"S-Sorry, M-Mi-Mi- Micool," Gavin struggled, out of breath from saying just that, but he seemed to be genuinely very sorry and concerned.

"S'okay, Gavin, don't hurt yourself more. I didn't mean to hiss and I'm sorry if I scared you," Michael said, sighing and very obviously thinking something along the lines of 'Is this how it's going to be, forever?'

He put a pill on Gavin's tongue and held the water to his lips gently yet firmly, urging him to drink. Gavin attempted weakly to swallow, but spat the water out almost immediately, spluttering and gagging after trying and failing to take the pill due to his oversensitive gag reflex.

He leaned forward, coughing, and I saw just how much blood he had lost. The black fabric of the car seat was dark and wet with the fluid, and when I put my fingers to it and pressed down, crimson drops squeezed out and rolled down to my elbow, dripping off onto my leg and staining my jeans.

"Ryan, those tissues still in the front?" I called over my shoulder, and a moment later a box of tissues appeared next to my face. I took it and grabbed a few, swiping at the seat and Gavins' back, avoiding the slits. Each one was dyed red and became damp after only a few seconds. I promptly gave up, deciding my efforts would be in vain as Gavin would only continue to bleed.

The Brit, now leaning forward with his head between his knees, was giving everyone a perfect view of how bad his back really was. It was glistening with deep red blood and unhealthy sweat; the two gashes by his shoulders bone deep.

Without warning, a crack sounded throughout the van, followed by Gavins' unholy shriek that he had lifted his head up to emit, heavy, salty tears forcing themselves out of his green eyes filled with suffering and pain. Bloodied bones had begun to grow out of his shoulder blades, cracking and pushing through the slits in his skin. I peered closer and found that I could actually see the new bones fusing with the bones and tissue inside Gavins' body. As the bones began to grow further, I pulled out my phone, opening the camera and turning it to video, then pressing record. My phone caught everything as something new began to make its way out of Gavins' back: Blood vessels and muscle began to twist up around the white structure, (which had now slowed in its' growth), spiralling up with blood dripping off them, in a miraculous, hypnotising, sick yet beautiful way.

   Gavin had gone silent, gritting his teeth, his eyes shut and his hands pulling at his hair in a desperate attempt to create something to distract himself from the terrible, terrible pain. I merely watched, mesmerised, as small bristles began to push past the skin on the framework of Gavin's wings, and from each of those came thousands of little fronds; Creating Gavin's feathers.

   The Brit visibly relaxed after the feathers grew, and he slumped forward in his seat, breathing heavily.

   "Bloody hell, I'm tired. . ." He muttered. Michael suddenly tackled him into a hug, his eyes shining.

   "You little fuck, I thought I was gonna lose you!" He choked, holding back his tears and gripping Gavin's back as though he might disappear if he let go. 

   "It's alright, Micool, I'm here. I won't go." Michael smiled and buried his head into Gavin's shoulder, taking deep, shuddering breaths and not caring about the blood getting all over him from Gavin's back.

   Gavin turned his head back to look at his wings, which were wet and floppy from the blood. They were dark and stuck messily to each other, very similar to a newly-hatched chicks'; soggy and rather unattractive.

"Incredible," He whispered, running his hand over the top of one of his wings, his hand becoming wet with blood. A wide grin spread across his haggard, tear-streaked face. "Bloody incredible."

Rays' POV:

A cacophany of relieved jabbering, aimed mainly at Gavin, filled the car. I stared in wonder and jealousy around the side of the drivers' seat. Why did Gavin get badass wings when all I got were rabbit ears and a fluffy tennis ball stuck to my ass? And that wasn't just it. Why did he get to be so happy? I mean, he has everything I can only dream of. He's popular, attractive, he's a much cooler hybrid than a goddamm bunny, and he has Michael. I mean, come on, the story between those two sounds like it's written in a fairytale. He met my eyes and grinned, that happy sparkle in his green eyes. I sighed sadly, keeping eye contact long enough for his expression to change to concern at the look on my face, and then I turned back round with a sad sigh.

   The door next to me slid open and Geoff appeared.

   "Move, Narvaez." I grunted and clamberd back to my old seat. Or, well, Ryans' old seat. Jack now sat on the right where I used to be, I sat in Ryans' place behind Geoff, and the blonde sat in the passenger seat.

   "We'll clean that up later, but for now I just want to go home,' Geoff started the engine. "Seatbelts!" He sung, and there was a series of groans and clicks as people did them up.

   "I can't, Geoffy," A small voice from the back piped up. "My wings get squashed." I rolled my eyes and placed Ryans' headphones back into my ears. He wouldn't mind. Reaching up higher than usual would take some getting used to, but at least I could still use them.

   "Oh, wait, I got it!" He called to the front, and then a quieter "Thanks, Micool." and the small sound of a kiss.

   I sighed.