He waved goodbye as he and his friends parted ways, he walked happily down the road, wings fluttering ever so slightly, until he saw something- something terrible. A crash, a car crash. He began to pick up his pace as he realized who might've been behind the wheel, he gave up on his legs and start to fly towards the scene.

Once he got close enough, he started to cry as he saw the faces of the people in the crash. His family, injured. Everything he cared for, laying there, possibly dead. Sounds of the ambulance followed as he watched his family get carried into a truck.

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"Sir... sir! You can enter the room now..." a nurse said, bringing Grian back into reality.

He ducked his head and thanked the nurse as he walked into the room that held his family. His mother, father, brother and sister were unconscious. He just sat at the edge of his fathers bed crying. The doctors and nurses loaded out of the room silently, giving the winged boy some space.

Grian just cried, he didn't know how long he'd been crying for, he only stopped when his name was called. He looked up at his father, his father was just smiling, he didn't say much. 

He handed Grian a small pouch and whispered, "Follow. You can go if you wish."

Grian carefully grabbed the pouch and just smiled. He just sat there, listening to his family breathing. Before he left, he said his good byes, he didn't know if he'd see them again. But he knew he wanted to see them again.