your walking home from work in the cold rain, when you spot a sleek crow on the ground

you crouch down to see it is still alive, but it looks tired and hurt, you notice it’s wing is being held out, probably because it is injured. You take your hoodie from around your waist and carefully scoop it up and head home.

once you get home you place it down and you stare at each other, contemplating what to do with the small creature