as he squirmed and chirped desperately trying to get out of your grasp as the needle approached his scarred skin.

“Let me go- let me go!” he whined as tears stained his eyes and his wings flexed against your chest as you held him down.

he was just getting his flu shot, and due to his previous events in his life he has a huge fear of needles. while the needle pricked his skin he hissed, his lion-like tail and four large wings trashing beneath you, as tired as you were, carefully watching out for his sharp teeth and clawed hands and toes in an eruption of feathers and whines and you looked at him gently.