<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/78c297bb-1487-4121-b99b-36d490517610_zpse106911e.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Izu</span></span></div><br/><br/>The young man was attempting to wrestle unclean thoughts from his head when Alida frantically began to speak.<span style="color: #408000">"Zu'u los krosis, Izu! Zu'u los krosis!</span>" she said frantically, though Izu couldn't understand what the words meant. She seemed rather desperate though, as if she was trying to apologize for something.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">Oh.</span></span>Izu had done it again, forced an unfair situation on a girl that had no idea what was going on. He tried to see things from her point of view, assuming her point of view was that she was just sleeping suddenly then was being yelled at.<br/><br/>Izu shook his head a bit,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"No. Dammit. I'm not mad at you. This is just..."</span></span>he searched for a way to explain why he was acting the way he was, but there was probably nothing he could say to help her understand.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"It's weird okay? There is a naked girl with wings in my home, and to make things worse, she is really fucking hot and...."</span></span>Izu trailed off a bit trying to explain things. He eventually stopped when he noticed blood soaking the badges on her wing, or at least the blood that ran down her side.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fuck. That doesn't look good..."</span></span>he said before putting his issues aside and going to the girl. He attempted to calm her before removing the bandages on her wing as carefully as possible.<br/><br/>Izu cursed under his breath as he saw the bloody wing. Her wound had opened up and it was probably his fault.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"This needs to be taken care of..."</span></span>he said before grabbing the old bandages and retreating to the bathroom where he tossed them in a small garbage can. The sounds of fumbling came out of the bathroom, followed by the sound of things falling.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"God damn it! ALL THE THINGS! ALWAYS THE THINGS!"</span></span>shouted Izu before he came out of the bathroom, bandage wrap in hand and a needle and thread in the other.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"This....Isn't going to be pleasant, Alida."</span></span>he said in a slightly irritated tone, setting the things next to her before grabbing his bottle of jack.  Izu took a small swig from the bottle before thrusting it at Alida, the tip of the bottle pressed to her lips.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Drink the rest of this as fast as you can, and try not to throw up. You'll need that in your body."</span></span>He explained, though was sure that Alida didn't really understand what he was saying. He at least hoped that she knew to drink it. When she did, he made sure that she drank a lot. She needed to be drunk so that the needle wouldn't hurt as much. It probably still would, but there wasn't much he could do about that.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">~ Small Time Skip ~</span></div><br/><br/>While waiting for the alcohol to take full effect, Izu made sure to keep the area clean. Doing his best to ignore or fend off the drunken antics of Alida, Izu readied his needle and thread. A free hand reached out and forced Alida to look at Izu, their faces only a few inches apart.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"This is going to hurt. A lot."</span></span>he said, mimicking pain and pointing to the needle, thread and then her wing. Before he started, Izu grabbed a pillow and set it on her lap, but not before making a biting motion and pointing at the pillow, then, he started to stitch her up. Izu was no doctor, but he had seen enough videos on the internet to know when something needed some attention, and her wing needed attention. It was obvious that the stitching was not a nice feeling, but it had to be done.<br/><br/>With all things considered, it only took a handful of minuets for Izu to stitch up her wing. When finished, he let out a sigh and began to clean up her wing again, wrapping it a different way than the last time. This time around, Izu used much more gauze to add more padding so it wouldn't tear as easily. The last thing he did was inspect everything and then help the girl to her feet. Alida was still sniffling a bit, her eyes red and puffy with tears running down her cheeks.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"You took that pretty well, Alida. Good job."</span></span>He said with a smile, but replaced the smile with a slight irritated look before speaking,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Just try not to bleed on my floor next time..."</span></span>Izu said.