Just as Peter had watched the windows lighten that morning, he was now watching the light fade. Deirdre was still cowering in the corner, though she was perfectly silent and still. Her wings had disappeared briefly sometime that afternoon and Peter had taken that as a sign that he could approach her. Deirdre had only stopped cowering long enough to twist around and punch him full in the face before her wings came back and threw him backwards. He hit the ground and groaned as a stabbing pain shot through his ribs. He was sure now that he'd broken one, not to mention he'd landed on his injured arm which began to bleed again. He had managed to crawl back to his spot against the wall where he was now slumped against the wall.
( Wednesday Morning to Thursday Morning )
( Wednesday Morning to Thursday Morning )