Solitude...maybe

Silence came about the entire room when the conversation abruptly ended. He never had a long conversation, nice long one, ever in his life, and he was sad that it ended.

Well, he couldn't exactly think of anything with pain in his wing. And it was much worse now that he couldn't see it. He should stop being stubborn and go to the Hospital Wing already.

But, he didn't feel like moving from his comfortable spot on the chair. Then, he decided to continue where they left off, "So, since this is a school for kids with gifts, what's yours?" he asked, curiously. It was seemingly the first time he had a conversation with someone else. He better not let this opportunity to disappear; he never socialized a lot.

"That's cool. I have a sieve-like memory. A lot of things fly out. Mostly important things, though," he said, smiling a sincere smile. He felt like laughing a little as well, but his pain stopped it.

"I think I'm a sort of telekinetic. It's really random at times and go through things too," he commented, slightly wondering, "I can fly, too, not too well though."

"Well, maybe," he said quietly, reflecting somehow, depression almst coming to him. He snapped out of it suddenly to her second statement.

"I can control it somewhat, but even I don't know how it works. And for the flying, like I said, I wasn't ever good at it," he said, lightly joking around, pretending that he didn't feel a jet of pain stream down his wing structure.

He decided to change the subject.

"Where's the Hospital Wing?" he asked abruptly. Was that quite random. He had finally acknowledged the fact that the tissues of his wing was torn and some bons broken.

"Eh, no," he said quite hastily. "Maybe I can find it on my own," he stood up and sorta... fell back down, wincing from the pain. Unconciously, he grasped the air above his shoulder blades. Where his wings supposed to be.

"I broke some of my bones... I think... So...where's the hospital?"