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Echolocation (Blinded & Survivor00)

She accepted the peeled orange, taking it easily onto a free hand and bringing it up to her mouth. Parting her lips, a pair of dangerous-looking, gleaming fangs could be seen beyond, their sharpened edged puncturing into the fruit as she would drink some of the juice cleanly from it, before looking up.

"A fruit bat." Christina answered, now nibbling gently at the fruit instead. For being the way she was, she was a rather cleanly creature.
 
Daniel nodded, eyes eyes catching a glimpse of those sharp fangs, that looked like they could be used for something more painful than eating fruit. He didn't even think that fruit bats were native to this part of the world. But, he wasn't going to doubt her about this. He thought for a moment, walking over when he heard the microwave chime and retrieving his late dinner. He took another quick look at her wing to see if the wound had stayed closed before sitting back down across from her.

"So where did you come from?" He asked her. "You think that people would have noticed more of you..." He said softly.
 
She caught Daniel's glimpse out of the corner of her eye, seeing how he looked when she bared those glistening fangs. Luckily for him, she had no interest in flesh and blood, though the lust for her to puncture objects with those same canines sometimes became hard to control. Finishing off half of the fruit by the time he'd gotten his dinner prepared, she would lower the food from her lips before speaking.

"Perhaps, they have, but my kind is usually forced into servitude, or kept as pets for angry and vindictive owners."
 
Daniel paused from cutting his steak and frowned at her words. "I'm sorry." He said to her, his voice honest. "I hope your family is alright then..." He said to her, not sure what else to say. He had never experienced anything like that, living a good life since he was a kid. He looked back down to his meal, cutting off a small portion of the meat and eating it. "I promise I won't be like that..." He said to her in between slow bites.
 
"That's good. I have little patience for people who act as if they control the world." Christina had finished off the fruit, even the peal and everything in between, and had went to stretch her wings again. However, the one began to sting at her body very badly, causing her to let out a groan of frustration. She needed to find a way to keep that one wing still, but she did not even have the slightest clue of how to do so without making it hurt more.
 
He watched as she finished the entire orange, even eating the things that he normally would have thrown away. She must not have cared much about the taste and texture of the peel. Or, she needed the extra sustenance because of her metabolism. He slowly continued to eat his steak, trying to think about what to do with the farm. He couldn't sell it in good conscience anymore, but he didn't know a thing about running it. And with Christina living here, he couldn't hire additional help. There was just too much of a chance she'd be found.

He looked back up at her when he heard the sound of pain she made, seeing her tuck her injured wing back against herself. He frowned, not sure how to help. The closest thing he could think of would be to wrap the wing in plastic to keep it from being able to spread out, but he didn't think he would be able to do that without hurting her. Her wings would have to be fairly strong, to support her if she was flying, so he was sure if she really wanted, she could tear through something as feeble as plastic.

Cloth though...

"Christina..." He started, "I'm going to try and see if I can help keep your wing in place." He said, standing from the table and leaving the room for a minute. Walking upstairs, he searched through the closet until he found what he was looking for. Lifting the sheet, he gave a tug on it to see if it would hold, before carrying it back downstairs. If he could make a sling, or a wrapping of sorts, maybe he could keep her wing together without causing it to hurt.
 
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Christina had indeed finished eating, and she had also watched as the male would seemingly ponder over top of his food. She lowered her head, her posture also leaning over in the meantime. She was in pain, and she hoped that soon enough she would find sleep, or some other kind of solace, in order to relieve her physical distress. As soon as he left, saying that he was going to try to keep her wing in place, her mind could only imagine what he was thinking, and the female pondered leaving.
 
Daniel walked back into the kitchen, the sheet draped over his arms. He looked at her, walking over to a cupboard and grabbing a bottle of aspirin. That might help as well. Unscrewing the cap, he tapped two pills into his hand and set them on the table in front of her. "Take these. They're mild painkillers, might help a little bit...but they might make you sleepy as well." He lifted the sheet up and looked at her wing. He didn't want to disturb the bandage that he had already set up, so his best option would be to try wrapping the whole wing. "If this starts to hurt at any point, tell me.

Carefully, he placed one end of the sheet near the part of her wing that connected to her back, looking for a moment at the strange musculature that made it up. Carefully, he started to wrap the sheet around the apex of the wing, hoping that maybe this would prevent it from opening, if he could bind it thick enough.
 
Doing as he suggested, she would take the medication that he'd set out for her. She wondered what exactly the foreign pills would do to her body, considering she wasn't used to them, yet she also took into consideration that she was built differently than him. Therefore, how much could they do? Soon enough, when he began to work at her wing, she would turn that gray muzzle of her's away. She did not want him to see her when she was angry, or in pain, though she really wondered why. He was just a stranger. A kind one, none the less, but still.

Those dangerous fangs remained concealed, her claws only periodically threatening to come out as he worked, her eyes closing as she would attempt to ignore.
 
She was either very good at hiding her pain, or the aspirin was starting to take its effect. He kept binding her wing until he reached the end of the sheet. Now, how to keep it together? He didn't think that stuffing one end under the other would work, especially with the likeliness of her moving around. He could pin it, but how well would they hold up? He frowned for not thinking of this before he started. Did grandfather even have pins?

"Hey, I need to look for something really quickly, just...try not to move your wing." He said, even though she was probably more than aware of that fact... He hoped that the amount that it had been bound would keep the sheet in place while he wasn't holding onto it. He stepped away from her, walking over and digging through every available cupboard and drawer for anything he could use to keep the bandage bound.
 
It could have been both, perhaps. She was used to taking damage. After all, it came with who she really was. Once he had finished binding her wing, she wondered if he was finished, the stiff appendage moving little beneath his work. However, sooner than later, she began to feel a bit drowsy. As it would turn out, the very fact that she had never taken human medication until now had proved a slight weakness.

Both of her wings would slowly lower, her ears falling gently into her locks as she began to feel the effects of what seemed to be happening. The medication coursing through her veins seemed to do more to her, than what it would do for a normal person. Indeed, it helped with the pain, but it also made her feel terribly tired. Christina would move a bit, trying to shake the feeling off, but it was terribly hard.
 
Daniel frowned, he should have figured that his grandfather wouldn't have safety pins in his house. Now he wasn't sure of just what he could use to keep the sheet in place for her. "Christina, I..." Walking back into the kitchen, he was about to apologize, but he saw just how drowsy she was becoming. He frowned, once again his lack of knowledge about her had proven to be a problem. He walked over to her, placing his hand on her arm, feeling the warmth of her fur against his fingers.

"Come on, Christina...you should go lay down. We can take care of this tomorrow..." He said softly, starting to help her up from the chair.
 
She didn't know where he had gone, or what he was really looking for up to this point. She figured it was something else for her wing, but her mind and her thought process seemed to be growing fuzzy. The movements she tried to do to keep her in focus soon slowed, her body feeling rather tired and seemingly weak. Her breathing grew softer, her heartbeat going at a resting pace as he would put an arm around her body and guide her.

His words didn't register as her eyes would begin closing, her body only continuing to move because of his continual movement forward.
 
Daniel could tell that she was practically asleep on her feet, and he stopped talking, just using his body to support hers as he escorted her upstairs to the farmhouse bedroom. He figured maybe her just resting might help her wing as well, and that in her current state, getting her back up to her hayloft was impossible. He'd let her crash upstairs for tonight. He let out a soft laugh, reminded of a time one of his friends had gotten completely drunk and behaved similar to this, but thankfully, Christina wasn't about to throw up.

He pushed open the bedroom door and guided her over to the bed. Gently, he helped her down onto the mattress, stacking up a few pillows so that she wouldn't roll over onto her wing while she slept - it wasn't as cushioning as the hay that she usually slept on, but it would hopefully do. He wasn't sure if he should give her a blanket, or if her fur would do the job of keeping her warm. But he quickly grabbed a spare pillow and a blanket before slipping out the door and closing it behind him.

Turning off the lights as he went, he only kept a small light in the kitchen on as he sank into the armchair in the living room, making a makeshift bed for himself, pulling off his shirt and setting it aside. Yawning, he pulled the blanket up over himself, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
 
The next morning, the sleeping Christina would stir slowly from her slumber, groaning gently as she did so. Her soft gray fur continued to keep her body warm, despite the fact that there didn't seem to be any other covering over her. Another groan would emit from her mouth as she would turn to one side, her hurt wing moving very little as she did so. Soon enough, those hues would slip open, and the bat-creature would realize she was in a very unfamiliar place. Turning her head back, she suddenly let out a piercing screech. Though the air coming in from the slightly open window may have previously soothed her, the blinding sunlight now spilling forth from it brought her great pain and blindness. Her claws would extend, one wing shielding her face from the light as she tried to find her way out.
 
Daniel groaned softly, his eyes cracking open to look at the sunlight that filtered in through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the room. The blanket had gotten shoved into the crack between the cushion and the arm rest, leaving him just laying there shirtless. Tiredly, he stood to his feet and walked back into the kitchen, glancing over at the clock. It was almost noon. "Need to sleep earlier tonight..." He mumbled, grabbing a jar of ground coffee and popping open the lid. Scooping a few spoonfuls into the coffee filter, he added water and set the machine on, hoping that the coffee would help wake him up.

The shriek that pierced his ears almost have him a heart attack. "Christina?!" He shouted, realizing that she was the only thing that could make that sound. Had her wing gotten hurt more? He stumbled and ran up the stairs to the bedroom, throwing open the door. "What happened? Are you alright?" He saw her standing now, her other wing held up over her face. He looked at the light that shone through the window, and hurried over to shut the blinds. "I'm sorry. I didn't think...about the light."
 
She felt more angry than scared, a rage within her that made her almost deadly to anyone stupid enough to bother her like that. She didn't know where she was, or why she was suddenly (temporally) blinded, but she did not like it. As soon as the blinds would close though, she would go to her hands and feet, laying her body down upon the ground as she searched for her breath, and her composure.
 
Daniel almost went to help her up, but seeing how she panted, her claws extended, looking more like an animal than the composed creature he had been talking to yesterday, he decided to say back, not wanting to get slashed by her. He stayed close to the wall, keeping well out of her reach until she calmed down somewhat.
 
As her breathing would slow, her heartbeat would rest along with it. Her mind was very much in a 'fight or flight' mode, and she needed to find it within her to calm down. Relaxing a bit more now, she hoped the human would approach. A creature she still was, but sometimes a soothing touch was all that it would take to tame her.
 
After she seemed to settle down a bit, Daniel slowly approached her, still hesitant, but, a little more assured that she wasn't about to rip him apart with her claws. He knelt down beside her, cautiously placing his hand on her shoulder blade, his fingers brushing through her fur. "Are you going to be okay, Christina?" He asked her softly, carefully starting to help her to her feet. "I didn't think about the blinds last night. I'm sorry." He said, hoping she would forgive him.
 
Feeling him brushing his fingers calmly through her fur seemed to make her relax a bit more, those gray hues now opening to look at him. At first, it bothered her, but her eyes soon focused and seemed to find him even through their recent shock. "There's no need to be sorry. I'm...Not normal. A regular human would enjoy the sunlight, instead of being harmed by it." She brought herself back up to her hands and feet, bending in somewhat to his touches, almost like a faithful pet.
 
Daniel looked into the gray hues of her eyes as she looked back up at him, feeling her body physically calm under his touch. "Still, I should have asked..." He said softly, but...he was glad to see that she didn't seem to hold it against him. He was especially glad that she hadn't been blinded from his mistake. He was somewhat surprised to feel her leaning into his hand, and subconsciously, he started to lightly scratch her back, like one might do to a dog, before he stopped and gently began helping her to her feet. "Are you going to be all right?"

He helped her over to the bed, noticing that her wing bandage had stayed on relatively well, but needed to be slightly rewrapped. "You've got a few hours until the sun sets..." He told her, glancing towards the closed blinds where the sunlight crept around the edges. He slipped behind her and started to rewrap the bandages. "How's your wing feeling?"
 
Why would she hold it against him? He made a mistake. Everyone does that. Resting her eyes again, she allowed him to help her over to the bed slowly, her body laying itself down upon its stomach as her wings would tuck themselves in behind her back. It would make it easier for him to access her wings, if he needed to, and seeing as he had begun to rewrap one of them; She figured it was best that she did that. "It hurts." Christina admitted, extending it only a bit more for him. "But I'll be alright."
 
Daniel wrapped the sheet around her wing again, trying to find that fine line between snug and tight, to keep the sheet in place. Her laying down certainly made it easier for him to do his work. "Alright. If you need anything, like more aspirin or something, don't hesitate to ask." He smiled softly towards her, finishing up the rewrapping. He might have to change the sheet after a day or two, just to keep it clean and to give the bandages some air.

As he sat there beside her, his hand absently found it's way back to her shoulder blade, his fingers stroking softly through her warm fur. It was somehow strangely calming, and it took him a few moments before he actively realized what he was doing. He blinked and pulled his hand away, standing up and walking over the the dresser. He pulled out a shirt and pulled it on, looking over at her.

"Would you like another orange, or would you be in the mood for something else this morning?"
 
"Why are you being so kind to me?" Christina suddenly asked, turning her face to look at him after he had finished putting the sheet back into place. His gentle touch came upon her shoulder again, and her eyes would slip shut out of contentment. She may be a beast to some people, including herself, but she still enjoyed the warmth of a caressing touch. However, she frowned inwardly when he would stop, turning her head in the opposite direction to hide her discontent with this. "D-Don't worry about me..."
 
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