He was alive

A winged man, crouched on the floor. With his long jet black hair covering his face. He had the most beautiful wings but sadly I saw how the ends of the wings were burnt. I wondered how a man could have wings, I had saw other creatures with wings that flew at great heights.
But, a man?

My train of thought was stopped, when I heard him breathing in and out hard, I felt like he was in pain trying to calm his pain with each breathe he took. Then without warning he fainted he was slumped over in the floor. I slowly went over to see if, he was ok kneeling beside him stroking his wings. I was sadden to see the damage that there was to his wings.

Thinking back now, was it fate or coincidence that him and I would be linked together through soul and flesh. I spend two days watching over him and nursing him. I gave him water to drink but to my amazement all his injuries were at such a rate. By day two he looked as through no harm has touched him. By the third, I returned to the cave to see how he was , he still lay asleep on the ground. I went over to him , I sat beside him thinking if he was ever to wake from his sleep. Suddenly , I heard him moan gently, I remember putting my head over his.

I was staring at his face , then without warning he opened up his eyes and let out a great shriek. This made me sit back , the sound was deafening I thought my ear drum would explode. Then the shrieking stopped , a great relief washed over. That one, the sound had stopped and two, he had shown signs he was alive. I was about to stand up again , when he leaped up so high in the air , I thought he would touch the ceiling.