<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/e09da356-ab51-404b-8e52-abb6f50244c8_zps71c9a237.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Izu</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">This place is a shit-hole.</span></span>The thought crossed his wandering mind, eyes opening half way to watch water run down the walls. Izu had himself propped up against the wall with his hand, streams of water beating down on the back of his head, as well as his back. While the water was warm, the air in the apartment was cold. Blankets littered his room, which was coincidentally the coldest room in the small apartment. Izu stretched a bit as he straightened up, then began to wash the days grim and dirt from his body. Izu could only raise a brow and scowl as he heard one of his clocks buzz to life, only to be silenced as it was thrown violently into the wall. The girl had let out a surprised, or frightened, screech and fled to the shower room.<br/><br/>Izu was leaning backwards against a shower wall, scrubbing the bottom of his feet when the strange girl lunged at him, wrapping her arms firmly around his waist. The action caught him by surprise and he almost lost his balance, his hand reaching out to the other side of the shower to brace against the wall. Izu was about to scream at the girl, but stopped himself just in time to notice the small cuts, bruises and blemishes on her small figure. Her hair was dirty and matted and it seemed as if the water was causing her some pain, though she fought through it. It was at this point in time that he noticed a slight foggy look to the water. His eyes searched for what the cause was before finally landing on her now slightly translucent wings. It made sense in a way, this is what would happen to a butterfly or moth in the same situation.<br/><br/>Izu couldn't help but examine her wing a little, the extent of the damage now plain as day. The poor girl must have been in some pretty intense pain right now, blood from her wings mixing with water from the shower head. In a strange way, Izu felt a little responsible for her injury. He knew he wasn't, but the feeling wouldn't shake. It took every ounce of strength to ignore the other, soft, sensations pressing against his body. While her breasts weren't very big, they were perfectly proportioned. Surprisingly gentle hands rested on her shoulders as he guided her body to be directly under the stream of water, out of the cold air. Izu then began to rub soap on back, being cautious to not be to rough on her injuries. He did his best to not prod her to much with his inevitable erection, though such a feet was tough when considering how small the showering space was. He spoke to her in a gently, attempting to keep her calm as he helped wash her wounds.<br/><br/>It took him a solid, awkward, ten to fifteen minuets of washing and unintended prodding into her thighs, butt,  and back to fully clean her and himself up. When finished, he turned the water off and exited the showering square and grabbed two towels, tossing one on her head. Izu couldn't help but look the girl up and down, he was only human after all. The beast inside him wanted to push her against the wall and ravage every hold she had, but the lazy man in him decided that would take to much effort.<br/><br/>After drying off, Izu grabbed a few medical supplies from a first aid kit and walked out into the cold living area and sat down on the gushy sofa, sinking in a bit. He beckoned the girl over a little before speaking bluntly,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I don't know if you understand what is going on, but if we don't do something about that wing... Well, it probably won't be good. So suck up the pain, bite a pillow and hold your breath. I'm going in dry..."</span></span>He said, adding the last part as a joke. Izu was as gentle as possible, but he wasn't a doctor. It was inevitable that he would clumsily hurt her a little but having bandages to tight, or fumbling around with her wing that was hurt.<br/><br/>He was thankful when it was finally over. The girl was wrapped and covered in bandage wraps and other things from head to toe. Her wing was probably the most funny though, Izu had finagled a strange wrap and support for her wing as best as he could, but god did it look weird. The young man leaned back into the sofa with a small yawn before looking the girl over, who was nude except for the bandages. He assumed she was cold, but that was her issue to solve on her own.