You hear the avian give a small sigh before turning your head back up, a little curious. He seemed to shake his head to himself, but spoke out quietly. “Okay. Sure beats sitting here with glass all over.”
“You're lucky enough you only got some glass in your arm. If it went in any other place, or it went much deeper than the surface, and you'd need a hospital. I'll try to be thorough, but not a surgeon, r'member.” You just nod at the couch, the bird slowly walking back towards it. You brush off his seat before he sits back down, his arm hanging loosely in front of him. “Lucky for you, I can't see any cuts on your clothes. Don't know how you avoided glass in your body... I wouldn't be able t'do squat about that.”
The bird nods a little bit as you reach forward again, picking up his arm and getting back to work on it. He gave a sharp sound each time you get another shard out. You're quick and precise as you pull, but some of the glass has pierced him deeper than you expected. Disinfecting and wrapping the wounds also took a bit of time, and though he said you could take care of him, he certain didn't want to sit still. The noises distract you a bit as you work, but you're quick and steady with your job.
“There... I think that should be all of the glass.” You carefully look over, making sure to disinfect any other scratches you can find before you finish banding up his arm. “You're still pretty banged up, though.” You drop the last shard you could find onto the table. “You're probably a bit more injured than just that.”
“I'll take care of it myself. Mind if I borrow the kit?” You see him tugging his shirt off, wincing a little as he moves.
“Sure. You need a hand, or something?” He pauses as he looks at you again, as if gauging you somehow. However, he gives his head a small shake. You just stand up and shrug. “If you think so. Shout if ya need help.” You stand up and get a dustpan to try to clean up the shards of glass littered on the table. The hawk sits a little awkwardly as he starts to try to work on himself. It only takes a minute before you've cleaned up the mess, carefully sweeping up all of the glass you could find before carrying it to your kitchen.“Just glad that you're feeling alright. Second story fall through a glass window... Surprised you didn't break anything.”
“I'm... resilient.” He hesitates as he speaks out, probably trying not to make too much noise. You don't see very much as you dump all of the glass into the garbage. You head back for your groceries, noticing the hawk stop when he sees you approaching. He seems to relax a little when he sees you taking the groceries to the kitchen, and you can hear him moving again when you arrive. You start to pull out your things, hoping to figure out which items were still safe to work with. You slowly pull a few packages of food, as well as a bit of the fresher fruits and vegetables. It looked as though almost everything that wasn't in a separate container had gotten glass on it in several places, but most of the packaged foods and tools were still in one piece. You just try to put what you can into your pantry, wondering if you should bother trying to remove the glass or if it would be worth to visit the store again.
Slight grunts of pain come from the other room, confirming that the avian is still there, and apparently still tending to his wounds. It sounds like he was trying to keep quiet, but he must've had a lot more injuries than just what you saw. “What exactly happened to you, anyways? Looked like you were trying to jump through that window. Why'd you need to do that?”
“I was... in a tight spot,” He responds evasively. “It wasn't the stupidest thing I've ever done, but... Thanks for taking me...” He pauses, glancing around the room a few times. He spots the window in the room, squinting his eyes a bit to try to look through it. “Where are we, anyways?”
“My place. A bit deep in the forest near town. Afraid it's the only place I could take you. Not so familiar with the streets.” You leave the glass-ridden groceries alone for now, just walking back to the living room. You could see the bird standing by the window, a number of healed cuts and the remnants of bruises scattered over his body. His eyes seem to widen a little as he turns his head, one of his hands still applying a few new bandages to himself.
“You carried me into the forest? That's... not exactly a short distance...”
“Hey, I make the trip all the time. Bit of a run's not gonna stop me.” You smile at him as you approach. He's a little on edge, but you just stop nearby, looking out the window with him. “More surprised at you. Thought that a bird would be lighter than you are.”
He looks down at his feet a little awkwardly, stepping back as he just sat back onto the couch. “Mmm.” He seemed a little lost in thought as his eyes turned away. You turned to look at him, just shrugging your shoulders. “So, do you know what you're going to do after you recover.”
It takes him a moment before he turns his head a little, looking at you curiously. “A-after?” He swallows quietly, his eyes looking right at you for a few moment. He shakes his head a little more violently than you expect, before speaking again.
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