He'd just been dumped on the steps like nothing, bleeding out, his wings gone. You'd been the one to find him, and it was lucky that you did or else he might have bled to death right there. You'd taken him to Dr. McCoy and now you were waiting to hear what came next, he was alive, but he no longer had his wings, which according to Dr. McCoy and even Elixir were the thing that healed him. Who had done this to him? You weren't looking forward to him waking up, he was already sensitive, but this might set him off in a way nobody here would be equipped to deal with.

As you watched him resting you couldn't help but wonder how this had happened, what had Jay gotten himself into that this had happened? Who had he messed with that was cruel enough to take his wings? It just didn't make sense, and it made your head hurt just thinking about it. Jay would live, but in what state nobody knew. But you couldn't help but feel relieved that he was alive. You watched as he began to stir, wondering if you should call someone. "No! Get away from me! Don't touch me!" He thrashed and writhed, he was going to rip his stitches if he kept up like this, you needed to call someone, or calm him down. You needed to do SOMETHING. He continued to yell, "Get away! Don't touch me!"