The bandege he made was covered in blood, her pulse weakened, his own heart was beating fast, he didn't want her to die, it all would happen to fast, he never had a close friend like her, and he didn't know what he should do, he couldn't go in public and his wings were torn and he was far from a hospital. He looked at his wings then at Callie and at his hands which were covered in her blood. He picked Callie up in his arms then flapped his wings a bit. He wasn't going to stand around and wait for her to die, so he jumped into the air his wings flaping, it was a bit rough, but he had to get her to the school or a hospital.
"Callie, stay with me." He whispered, so much fear in his voice. He had loved someone and now she's dying.