Key Two: Bitter:
Allen stared at the endless black of a ceiling. His back still ached from his wings been torn off from last night. He couldn't do anything anymore; didn't have the strength. Her caresses on his battered torso only made it worse for him. Her eyes laughed at his pain. She leaned down to his ear.
"I will take good care of you," she whispered. She leaned down and licked him on the face. He didn't even think of a way to respond. A little smile came on her face. But then, she noticed something rather unsettling about her battered toy. His skin and eyes had a yellowing tint to them. Drool slowly ran out of his mouth.
"Babe?" she whispered. She ran her hand along his bare chest. He felt so cold and clammy to her touch. Allen's breath had even gotten shallow. She lowered her ear to his chest. The mistress had a flash of worry in her eyes.
Shit! She had just torn off his wings. The mistress didn't even get to play with him the way that she wanted. I'm not going to lose him now!, she thought. The mistress picked him up and carried him to the infirmary.
The mistress pounded on the door, breathlessly.
"Tyki!" she cried. "I need your help! Come quick!" She backed up when the heavy, steel door swung open. The doctor of the infirmary blinked sleep out of his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked. She shoved Allen forward.
"Something's wrong with him!" she said, frantically. Tyki held up his hand.
"Shhh," he said. "What's wrong with him?"
"Look!" she cried. His niece held up the angel for the doctor to see. He noted the yellowness of Allen's eyes and skin. He felt the cold and clamminess of his body. A small smirk came onto his face.
"Come inside with me," he said. Road carried Allen into the infirmary with them. She laid him down on the metal bed. She kept her eyes on the doctor.
"So, what's wrong with him?" she asked. The man gave her a rich smile.
"Did you tear his wings off last night?" he asked. She nodded at him.
"Yeah," she said. Tyki smiled as he shook his head.
"You should've gotten me to do it," he said.
"But I wanted to break him myself."
"I can understand that, but take a look."
"Hm?" Road leaned over as Tyki flipped Allen over on his stomach. The doctor pointed to the wounds where the angel once had his wings.
"You didn't get the wing out here," he said as he pointed to the left side. "While it is okay for the master to rip out the angel's wings for themselves, they still need supervision to make sure it's done right."
"Oh," she said.
"Here," Tyki spoke. "Let me get that for you." He pulled out some pliers and walked over to the pet.
"Wait!" the mistress called. The doctor froze and turned to her.
"So me how to do it for next time," she said.
"Alright," he said. "Come here." Road walked over for a better look. Tyki turned to Allen's open wound.
"See? You have to get deep to the base to make sure you have it all out," he said as he put the pliers to the remaining base of the wing. With two strong-handed tugs, the bloody base was ripped clean out of Allen's back. The angel took in a heavy breath and let out a hoarse cry. That last pull took out what little strength that he had left. Tyki dropped the blood-soaked base to the ground. He checked the other wound on Allen's back for any remaining wing. Once it was clear, he turned back to Road.
"Now," he said. "He is sick like this because of infection." Road gave the doctor a blank stare.
"What?" she asked. Tyki walked over to the medicine cabinet.
"The air inside this tower is different from the city," he explained as he looked through the pills. "Angels that have lost their wings are more likely to come down with infection in here."
"So, how do you fix it?" she asked. He turned to her with a jar of grayish-blue candies.
"You put one of these in his mouth," Tyki said. "It slows down the infection for five days." He flipped Allen onto his back and pried open his mouth. He slipped a piece of candy into the angel's mouth.
"Now what? Road asked.
"Just leave him here with me until tomorrow," the doctor said. "He'll be fine by then." Road lowered her shoulders.
"Alright," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"He's in good hands," the doctor said. Road nodded and walked out the door. Tyki remembered to his work for the day.
Despite, not being able to move or talk, Allen still heard every single word. The taste of the candy in his mouth made him reel. He couldn't even swallow the damn thing. Yet, he needs to in order to keep the infection from doing more harm to his body. Allen sucked on the candy in his cheek in loathing.