005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

[halfbrokenwings]

The first sensation she registered was a growing burning sensation in the middle of her back. It was uncomfortable and quite quickly growing unbearable. Eyes opened and she scrambled to a sitting position. She did not know why she was in the room, or even who she was, but she knew that something was wrong with her wings. Instincts made her unfurl them to ease the hurt, like an eagle spreading his in a stretch before a flight.

What came unexpected was the sudden explosion of pain from her left shoulder. There was the sound of bone grinding on bone and a scream tore it's way from her throat. Between one second and the next she very briefly lost consciousness and ended up on her side. Her wings were bound in some contraption and something was wrong with at least one of them. She didn't know why. Tears of pain clouded her vision and she clawed at the buckles of the bloodstained harness that bound her body and wings. The bone in her shoulder resettled at an unnatural angle and caused more pain-filled whimpers.

Frantically she yanked at the straps around her body, crying out occasionally. She fought like a wild animal that was caught in a trap- against a contraption she didn't understand but with the driving force to be gone and away from the thing that was causing her so much pain.

[[ _{ooc: She died ...if so inclined you'll hear a scream throughout the barracks and possibly right outside of her window.} ]]

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

Isabella stands with a grimace and a grunt against the pain.

Then she looks to Sycora with her eyes wide as saucers, "You can heal this?"

You mean she doesn't have to live with this pain the rest of the time? That's some very good news indeed! She'll walk to the room with Sycora- but you'll already notice the bed's been taken by a gray skinned youth. Pretty familiar face by now, and he's sleeping.

[sanomorior]

Sycora follows Isabella in and catches sight of Sollux, fast asleep on her bed.

Of course he would be involved.

But rather than snap about that, Sycora throws Isabella a sympathetic smile. "Not all of it, at least not today. But I can make it a little better." She nods toward the edge of Isabella's bed, then stands just past the end of it. "Sit down, wings towards me."

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

Isabella tosses a grin that could be part grimace at Sycora, "I think any bit, even just a little, would help."

She'll sit on the edge of the bed, wings to Sycora. The right one, being bedside, rests on the covers. The left is dangling useless and painfully.

[sanomorior]

Sycora smiles in return and then begins her examination. Her wing is dislocated and Sycora has to wonder what, exactly, did that - but she knows she'll get no answer from Isabella.

After she's sure of what she needs to do, Sycora places a hand on Isabella's shoulder. "Isa, your wing's dislocated, so I'll need to put it back into place. It's going to hurt - probably a lot - so I want you to prepare for it. Okay?"

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't sound very good," not a one bit. At least the pain part is, she has no clue what a dislocated anything is, except now, to associate it with pain.

She nods at Sycora and clenches her fists, bracing for it.

[sanomorior]

Carefully, Sycora shifts Isabella's wing so she can put it in at the right angle. That probably hurts already, but it'll be nothing compared to the actual act.

In one swift motion, Sycora pops Isabella's wing back into place.