“Oh my God!” Sarah panicked, honestly panicked. She never hesitated to rush toward him when seeing his body simply exhaust itself. Aunduin had stopped barking, thankfully, and padded over languidly to the winged male. “Oh God, you’re not fine.” The fright had melted away to concern as her trembling hand tried to reach for him.
“How can I help? Do you have a phone on you?” Stupid question. Stupid question. Even more ridiculous was the fact that she left her own cell at home. Of all the nights, she just happen to wear shorts without pockets today. Aunduin sniffed at him and whined as Sarah put the doggy bag down and lightly tried to tuck her arm underneath his shoulder to try and put his weight on her.
The wings did get in the way, however, but she tried to ignore the extra feathered appendages for the moment.
“There is a bench not too far from us, can you walk a bit?” She whispered quietly, trying to remain calm even if her nerves were frayed. “Try to lean on me.”
“I uh…” He glanced down at the pocket in his trench coat, “I do. But the voice says I’m…I’m out of minutes.” He rasped, looking slightly sheepish. He’d never gotten around to asking Dean how to fix that.
His eyes softened slightly as the dog nudged his side with a whine. Looking up with surprise as the girl tried to pull him up, his wings tensed with the movement, but he tried to keep his weight off her.
He nodded at her question, summoning a flare of stubbornness to stay on his feet and mostly off the kind girl’s shoulders. One of his wings flicked painfully as they moved. “I can…I can walk.” That much, he could do. He hoped.
“Well, I couldn’t really just call an ambulance,” Sarah mumbled softly while trying to support him enough so that he wouldn’t slip free. She was not aware of his true condition, where he came from or why he was here. She believed in angels, but always imagined that they were always another spirit that was veiled in their reality. But he was here, she was touching him. For a moment, Sarah had to ground herself and stop being awe-struck.
Aunduin walked behind them, sniffing about and offering a few encouraging barks as Sarah moved him from the line of trees to a bench situated at the path. Ever so gently, her arm unraveled itself from around his frame and she seated him on the bench, but made careful not to touch his wings.
Kneeling before him, her hands rested on her companion, who was eagerly looking up the man, as if he sensed something different about him. Noting that Aunduin was calm, she took a deep breath and turned her green eyes upward to meet his gaze. “I.. don’t think it would be wise to take you to a hospital. Look, as long as you promise me no funny business, my house is not far from here. I have a first aid kit, it’s not much, I am no doctor, but I can help as much as I can.”
She couldn’t believe what just spilled out from her lips. Inviting a stranger into her home? But what else could she do? Leave him here to face muggers, perhaps people who would call the police, get the media involved? It was not seldom that a winged person appeared in public around here.
“Just take a break here. Let me know what you wish to do when you are ready to move again.” Gently, she brushed Aunduin’s head as her free hand pressed to her chest, trying to steady her heart.
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