... Well, physically and mentally at the least.
Several weeks/days ago...
"Kid, what happened?" the docter asked, as he studied the fractured bones soaked in bloodied mattered feathers.
The fourteen-year-old winced as the man picked out several feathers dried with blood. "Uh, I fell out of the tower."
He squinted one eye so as to inspect the feathers. "And when was this incident?" he asked, as if falling out of the tower was a daily thing.
Haku sweatdropped as he thought back to when it first happened. "Several weeks ago."
The man finally brought his eyes on par with the boy's. "Exact time?"
"About two months ago."
They both stared at each other for a really long time.
"What?! You mean to tell me you had this injury for over several months and still haven't treated it?" the docter scolded.
He could only respond, with a meek sort of tone, "No, but that was because it was small back then... Besides, you have other people more important to treat."
"Every student is important to treat!" the older male exclaimed. "Alright, due to you leaving a small injury unattended, it spread to half the wing. We'd need to x-ray this, and give you some anesthetics and remove the excess bone particles. I'll see why the nurses called me here..."
...
He was still recovering weeks later, parts of the wing, which were far too broken to fix had been competely removed, and he was supposed to follow the docter's instructions of never flying for several weeks, to fully heal it would taken two months.
Haku, to say the least, was feeling pathetic, and depressed. he hadn't written to his sister for a long time, actually since he had came. He hadn't heard from her either, but he could assume that she's probably not missing him, since he was out of her way now. Maybe, she could even be a teenager again.
He sat on the edge of the bed, after another check-up on his wing, and was told again, to "be careful" with that wing, since it is now smaller than the other.
Depressed he was, because he had wasted others' time, and wasted his own. Maybe, he shouldn't even ask others to help him any more. It'd be troubling to them, and he didn't want it. He touched his bandaged wing again, and sighed; he really was a nuisance.
Several weeks/days ago...
"Kid, what happened?" the docter asked, as he studied the fractured bones soaked in bloodied mattered feathers.
The fourteen-year-old winced as the man picked out several feathers dried with blood. "Uh, I fell out of the tower."
He squinted one eye so as to inspect the feathers. "And when was this incident?" he asked, as if falling out of the tower was a daily thing.
Haku sweatdropped as he thought back to when it first happened. "Several weeks ago."
The man finally brought his eyes on par with the boy's. "Exact time?"
"About two months ago."
They both stared at each other for a really long time.
"What?! You mean to tell me you had this injury for over several months and still haven't treated it?" the docter scolded.
He could only respond, with a meek sort of tone, "No, but that was because it was small back then... Besides, you have other people more important to treat."
"Every student is important to treat!" the older male exclaimed. "Alright, due to you leaving a small injury unattended, it spread to half the wing. We'd need to x-ray this, and give you some anesthetics and remove the excess bone particles. I'll see why the nurses called me here..."
...
He was still recovering weeks later, parts of the wing, which were far too broken to fix had been competely removed, and he was supposed to follow the docter's instructions of never flying for several weeks, to fully heal it would taken two months.
Haku, to say the least, was feeling pathetic, and depressed. he hadn't written to his sister for a long time, actually since he had came. He hadn't heard from her either, but he could assume that she's probably not missing him, since he was out of her way now. Maybe, she could even be a teenager again.
He sat on the edge of the bed, after another check-up on his wing, and was told again, to "be careful" with that wing, since it is now smaller than the other.
Depressed he was, because he had wasted others' time, and wasted his own. Maybe, he shouldn't even ask others to help him any more. It'd be troubling to them, and he didn't want it. He touched his bandaged wing again, and sighed; he really was a nuisance.