Fantasy Of A Feather (1x1 18+) Rayvin and Saffron_Majesty)

[Saffron_Majesty]

"That's it." Silas said wrapping his head around a little more so that his chin rested near Ophelia's collar bone. "I'll stay as long as you want." Silas said letting out a calm sigh.

 

[Rayvin]

She nodded and rubbed her face again. "Oww.." She gently touched the bandage on her cheek. Her eyes closed now as she focused on calming down the rest of the way.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas's large muscled form stood over Ophelia's small body like a shield. Silas closed his eyes and breathed deep and rhythmically to help the harpy calm herself.

 

[Rayvin]

There was a soft cough as she came to relax. She felt so exhausted again.. One eye opened and she saw the tears on his arm. "I-I'm-I'm sorry.." She looked for something to wipe his arm off with and saw a box of tissues next to her bed.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

"There's no need to apologize for you've done nothing wrong." Silas said releasing for a moment to grab the box of tissues and place it in Ophelia's lap.

 

[Rayvin]

She took one out and wiped his arm off first then her face. Finally, she was able to get a deep breath and slumped slightly.

Amelia had nearly gone in when she heard Ophelia start to cry but she heard Silas rush to her aid. Upon hearing him talk to her, she stayed outside so as not to embarrass Ophelia. Dr. Pierce saw her outside the door and asked if everything was alright. "Shh!" Amelia hushed him and Dr. Pierce tilted his head. In no way was he offended but what on earth was going on? He too put an ear to the door and listened.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

"You'll feel better after you rest." Silas said, still holding Ophelia. "You seem tired, do you want to go to sleep?" Silas asked, his think stubble tugging softly at Ophelia's sleeve.

 

[Rayvin]

"Yes... but I don't want to sleep again..." She said breathily. She woke up from a nap almost 10 minutes ago..

It was then there was a knock on her door and she straightened sharply. "C-come in!" She wiped her eyes one more time before looking at the door. "Hello, again." Amelia said coming in with Dr. Pierce behind her. "How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere?"

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas looked up with grin as Amelia and Dr. Pierce entered the room with concern. Amelia giggled and Dr Pierce said, "I guess a lot can be solved with a hug huh."

"Exactl." Silad said beginning to release Ophelia from his embrace.

 

[Rayvin]

Ophelia nodded and rubbed her eye again, feeling a little bit like a spectacle. A weight had been lifted from her chest though. She felt she could breath a little more now. Feeling Silas release her exposed her back now which gave her a slight chill. She stayed quiet though and found she couldn't look up at Pierce and Amelia. "Ms. Ophelia, I came to check on a couple things." Dr. Pierce got straight to the point.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas let go of Ophelia, carefully unwrapping his arms, and patting her softly on the shoulder. He reclaimed his clipboard and sat back in his chair as Dr. Pierce and Amelia entered the rook to check up on Ophelia.

 

[Rayvin]

She felt him leave and watched him return to his seat before answering Amelia and Dr. Pierce. With a nod she answered Amelia's question. Yes, it still hurt. Everything. "Alright, I'll give you some more morphine." Amelia stepped away to go get it for her IV. Dr. Pierce continued from there. "I came to check on a couple of your blood feathers. Some were broken which we're going to let nature do it's thing but there were some that might need attention. May I?" He ushered towards her left wing and she nodded, stretching it out for him to see.

Carefully, Dr. Pierce started to remove the bandage wrapped around a a cluster of her primary flying feathers and started to inspect them. There was a slight sigh from him as he found the blood feather in question. The bandage he removed was dirtied with blood and upon removing the dressing, caused more bleeding. "Alright. This one is going to have to be removed."

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas's grey eyes flicked up insitinctively as his hyper sensitive nose picked up on the blood. He inclined his head and witnessed Ophelia's damaged feather. "Is she alright Dr. Pierce?" Silas asked. If he'd had a tail it would have been wagging back in forth out of curiosity and worry. Silas's slightly pointed ears perked up eagerly despite his best efforts to remain composed as he waited for Dr. Pierce to talk to him.

 

[Rayvin]

Dr. Pierce smiled reassuringly. “Yes, she’ll be just fine.” He opened a cabinet that was in the room and pulled out a sealed packet with forceps and a large plastic syringe with clear fluid in it. “Blood feathers normally fall out and heal on their own but there are a couple hear that aren’t healing as well as I’d like.” He explained as he pulled some latex gloves out of a drawer and slid them on. “So.” He pulled up a stool that was under the sink in the room and sat on it once it was next to Ophelia’s bed. “We will have to remove those feathers and clean the area so new ones can start growing in.”

Now he started to open the packet of tools and set them on a clean paper towel on her bed. “I assume you’ve dealt with your blood feathers before?” Ophelia nodded, not seeming too scared of this process. Worried was a better explanation of her expression.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas accepted Dr. Pierces explaination and cranes his neck to observe the procedure. Silas sat on his chair watching intently as Dr. Pierce worked on Ophelia's wings. The smell of fresh blood made the psuedo-wolf increasingly paranoid though he managed to sit still. A small whine escaped Silas's throat and he quickly blushed and averted his eyes.

 

[Rayvin]

Ophelia let Pierce unfold her wing and work on her feathers. He sterilized the area around the infected feathers. With the forceps he clamped down on the largest feather and quickly plucked it out. There was no countdown or time given for Ophelia to prepare herself. With a loud whimper, she flinched with a grimace.

“I know, I know, we’re almost done.” Dr. Pierce worked quickly for her sake. He set the feather on the paper towel and picked up the syringe which he used to flush out the follicle. He held a small pan under the syringe to catch the contaminated fluid. It was red with brown and an off-white color.

Now Ophelia hissed in pain as the doctor exposed the infection to air. “Amelia will be back with the morphine soon so soon you won’t feel this.” It started to throb now.

Pierce could feel her wing tugging back and and held onto it firmly. “We’re almost done, dear. Take a breath.” His eyes stayed down towards his task. The forceps found another feather in need of extraction. This time he gave her a countdown.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas twitched irritable and grimaced hard at Ophelia's whimper and just barely managed to keep from growling.

Ophelia continued to make pained noises causing Silas to grit his teeth. Even with Dr. Pierce's assurances, the psuedo-wolf couldn't help but be uncomfortable. It was written in his DNA to prevent those under hos protection from experiencing harm. Given these unspoken rules, consciously, Silas knew Dr. Pierce was helping, but it felt like he was hurting Ophelia.

After Dr. Peirce finished plucking the feather and had finished cleaning and bandaging the wounds, he looked back at Silas and smiled grimly. "Cheer up big guy, she's going to be fine. Silas nodded brisquely.

 

[Rayvin]

Amelia came back in with a new bag of saline and a shot of morphine. "I'm so sorry that took so long, give me just a moment and you'll be feeling better." Dr. Pierce stood and started to clean up after himself. "Alright, we'll give that a couple of weeks. I’ll check your tail feathers later.”

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas sighed quietly in relief. Dr. Pierce nodded to Silas and left the room. Amelia finished hanging up the saline and injecting morphine. She patted Ophelia on the shoulder and exited the recovery room as well. Silas waited a few moments then approached Ohelia's beside, his hair shrinking back and enlarged canines becoming smaller from his subtle, partial transformation. "Feeling better?" Silas asked.

 

[Rayvin]

Before Silas reached the side of the end, Ophelia felt her mind start to spin as the morphine traveled through her. She started to lean to one side with her eyes widening. Then her eyes seemed to slowly drift off. The drugs were hitting her quickly. “Nnnmmm.” She groaned and swayed. Soon she forgot about her wing and looked up at him. “Mmhmm..”

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas waited until Ophelia had passed out from the massive amounts of morphine she had been given to gather his things and leave. Ophelia wouldn't be ready to talk again for another day. Because of harpy metabolic rates, she had to be given almost four times as much medication as a normal human. Before he left he went back to Ophelia's bedside and stroked her forearm. With a backward glance he left for the day.

 

[Rayvin]

She looked peaceful in her sleep now. It was still incredible how different she looked than from the night before. Her wings had flopped onto the bedside tables.

She wouldn’t wake up until dinner time when another nurse tried to wake her up to eat. Ophelia felt really out of it but she managed to sit up with some help.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas got a good night's rest and woke up at 6 AM to go get some exercise. He left his apartment and went to the gym, lifted weights, ran on a tread mill, and left. When he got home he dressed for work and grabbed a couple of big juicy figs from a bag he'd bought at the farmers market the day before. Next stop was Ophelia. Silas took the elevator up and walked down the hall. When he reached Ophelias room, he knocked lightly.

 

[Rayvin]

Inside, Ophelia heard his knock and said, “Come in.” She said as she sat up from her bed. She started to stretch and yawn slowly. Her body felt very stiff and sluggish which caused her to groan quietly.

 

[Saffron_Majesty]

Silas stepped in quietly absent-mindedly flipping through his clipboard. "Hows my favorite starling feeling this morning?" Silas asked jokinkgly with a toothy smile. He grabbed his chair and pulled it over to the bed to sit, carefully setting his bag down on a bedside table as to not smash the figs he was hiding.