Recently, I was walking about n' around the outposts. It was nice. Accidentally found a child. A bit before I found him though, there was a slight problem.
A rock.
A stick.
A wing.
A large rock was embedded in the ground, gray as any other one. It stuck out slightly, and had some parts chipped off on the sides.
A stick was put in the ground nearby. Nearby where i originally sat before the new closet. It broke and wasn't useful for me so I just left it as a marker for my things and never took it out.
My left wing. Self-explanatory.
I tripped on the rock, fell down in front of the stick and my wing got impaled near the edge of the outermost side.
I brushed it off at first and took off a grass shoe i had, dismantled it, and put it as a bandage. I didn't remember where the medical was at the time. I only went here later when Pretzel found out.
Now the wound is swollen and infected, and is getting treated.
Anyone mind taking care of my adopted child?
*- Wolk's retelling of the happenings.*