The Winged Creature

Finding the winged creature (part 2)

 I set him down on my couch and rush to the bathroom. I turn the knob on the shower to hot and squirt some bubble bath soap into the tub. While I wait for the bathtub to fill up, I grab a towel and a face cloth from the cabinet. Soon enough the bathtub finishes filling and I turn the knob to off. Before I walk over to the man to help him to the bathroom, I grab peroxide from under the sink and set it up on the counter.

I walk over to the couch and help the man up by his arm. He looks up at me surprised like I had just scared him.

"Sorry", I apologize softly, "I am just trying to help you to the bathroom."

"Wait why?", He questions me, showing one eye through his long dark hair.

"You're all cut up, I want to help you.", I say looking into his only showing eye.

He looks down at his torn up body and frowns. Then he lets me help him down the hall to the bathroom. When we get to the bathroom I sit him down on the side of the tub.

"Take off your clothes and I will help you with cleaning up your cuts.", I state as I stare at his pale, wounded skin.

"Okay.", He voices, not sounding too confident.

As I turn away to stand outside while he changes, I hear him grunt in pain. I turn to see him struggling with his jacket because he can't move much at the torso because of his rib cage. I walk up to him and help get his arms free of the shredded jacket. Then I go behind him and slip the jacket off his wings.

"Thank you", He says gently.

I toss the jacket on the floor by the door and walk back to the front of him. Knowing it will be hard for him to get his shirt unstuck from his wounded stomach, I help. I gently pull the black shirt loose from his wounded rib cage, a little at a time. Shortly the shirt come free and I pull it up over his head. Blood is dried up all over his stomach. I check out the wound while I pull the shirt off his wings. I look up to see him concerned by the way I am staring at the wound.

"Are you in a lot of pain? I can get you some pain meds.", I suggest.

"No, I will be fine. Thank you.", He declines kindly.

"Oh well, okay. Do you want me to finish undressing you?", I ask, trying not to blush from the awkwardness.

"Please?", He replies as his face goes from pale to rosy.

I unbutton his jeans and unzip them.

I don't know if I should look up at him or keep my head down. This is so awkward.

I pull down his jeans slowly being careful of his wounded leg. As I pull them down he grunts in pain.

I feel really bad for him. He is so beaten up.

Finally, I get his bloody jeans off. I look away as I begin to pull down his underwear.

This is so awkward, like beyond awkward.

I stretch them over his wound on his leg trying to prevent as much pain as possible. I grab all the bloody clothes and ball them up. Then I look up at his face trying to avoid looking at his damaged body.

"Here get in, and I am going to throw these away", I say as I reach for the door.

I turn the doorknob and walk out to Snowball standing at the door waiting. I pet her on the head, and she gets all excited.

I have to really owe it to Snowball for seeing him in the first place. I was really mad at her for running across the road like that, but if she didn't he would still be in the alley.

I shiver at the thought of him still sitting in the alleyway bleeding to death. I walk over to the almost overflowing trash can. I stuff the bloody clothes into the trash and tie up the trash bag. I pull at the bulky trash bag until it comes loose of the trash can's grip.

"I'm going to take the trash out, okay girl?", I say in a cheerful tone to Snowball.

She starts wiggling her tail and barking. I guess she thinks I just said let's go take the trash out together. I open the door and walk out with the trash bag, and Snowball follows close behind. I toss the trash bag up into the dumpster and head back into the house.

I wonder what I am going to have him wear. I could just find something I don't wear anymore.

After looking through all my clothes I only found one long shirt I use as a nightgown, and a pair of sweatpants that are huge on me.

I will just go out tomorrow and buy him some clothes.

I walk back into the bathroom. His body looks better than before but not much. He rubs soap on his skin trying to get all the dried blood off his skin while wearing a pained expression on his face.

I feel really bad for him. He looks like he is in so much pain. What even happened to him?

I sit next to him and take the washcloth from his fragile hand. I pour some peroxide onto it and try to clean his wounds the best I can. After a couple hours of cleaning him up and talking about random stuff to take his mind off it, we are finished. I dry him off with a soft towel and bandage him up. I quickly cut two large holes in the back of my shirt, and help put it on him. Then I slide him into the sweatpants I found him. I couldn't give him any underwear, but I wasn't too worried about that.

"Thanks for everything", He thanks me, "I will get out of here tomorrow morning"

"You're welcome, but I am not going to let you leave until you're completely healed.", I demand.

He smiles big, staring down at the ground, "Okay."

I make us some steak and mashed potatoes for dinner. While he eats I find all the spare blankets we have around and make a bed for me on the couch.

I am going to let him have my bed, I can't stick him on the couch.

After he eats I take him into the bedroom and I show him how to browse through the channels on the television. I get him some water from the kitchen to keep next to the bed. I finish helping him get to bed, and I go curl up on the couch. Snowball jumps up on me. It may still only be seven, but I am exhausted. I snuggle up to Snowball and we both fall asleep.

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