The rain pelting on Tills skin felt like needles, he was soaked through.

His medical gown sticks to his skin, making him even colder, and shiver.

If it wasn’t raining, there would be people thinking he had just escaped a mental hospital. He felt like it too, although those people were the crazy ones, calling him a scientific miracle, he felt disgusted. And when he got the opportunity to escape after one of them had a seizure in his room he escaped with their keycard.

He walks the halls of the hospital, a trail of water following him as he makes his way to the front desk of the office. He knew his person was in here…he could feel it. They were sick and needed him.

“Excuse me, do you have a patient named Miomi here?” Till scratches his arm, shivering significantly. The lady at the desk looks at till with concern. He seemed like one of their patients…what ward was he in?

“Who are you?”

“I’m her…family.”

“She is, in our long term ward. Room 702.”

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After a few minutes, he makes it to the room. Till takes a deep breath, Room 702. He brushes a finger through his wings to knock off the loose beads of water sitting on his wings and finally gathers the courage to knock at your room door.