Snippet #2249330

((Very very sorry for my long absence. I thought I had informed you that I would be away from wifi for a week. I had not...but I will post now!))

Blurry images stung across Blue Jays vision. Her memory was seriously fuzzy and she felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest. Her hands were caked in blood, her left leg was practically useless, and the only thing seemingly functional was her wings laying gently out from her sides. Her vision finally came into focus, and at the back of her mind, she heard familiar voices. She could see white ceiling tiles above her, and noticed she was on a bed, also white. Now, blue Jay had never had good memories in white rooms. Why? the facility she had been tortured in was white. White=torture. That combined with fuzzy memory and mystery blood made her instinctively jump up, ready for takeoff. However, all she was met with was searing pain coming from her ribs. Collapsing from pain, she fell back onto the bed, clutching her ribcage.

Still around her neck was a metal collar, likely with a tracking device in it, but clearly it had short circuited or something, maybe got out of range, because she wasn't trembling on the ground with volts of electricity coursing through her. Though she did truly feel horrible, in fact, worse than she was stumbling around going loopy from electrocution. She felt completely sore, and very very hungry. Her entire body hurt, but she felt like she needed to asses the most important injuries. She applied her 'magic spit' to her leg, which set correctly and fixed the broken bone. A little bit of muscle grew back over her leg, but she knew her injuries would take some time to heal. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not heal her ribs. The problem was she had to be able to touch her 'magic spit' to the injury. Her leg was torn open so it was possible for her to fix it, but her ribs were just broken. Since she had already lost so much blood and needed food ASAP, tearing a hole in her chest would be catastrophic.

"Vavaltiene....." she mumbled, trying to say Valentine, but the word coming out horribly through her bloody mouth. "Valentine," she managed to say meekly, picking her head up to look around for Valentine. Memories sort of drifted back to her: the fight, the two Valentines, killing the fake one, passing out. Details were nothing, but she got a fuzzy perspective of what happened. She had to be sure that he had made it. Plus, she really needed food, something done with her ribs, and her collar thing to come off, but right now, she had to make sure he was alive. A thought struck Blue Jay. Why did she care so much about him? She had never had good memories with adults, let alone people with guns. he seemed rather cold and heartless, but BLue Jay knew why.

He was the closest thing to a family she had ever had.