The story starts out one average day at an average grocery store. You had just finished shopping and walked out of the store with a paper bag full of groceries. You turn left and begin making your way down the street and towards an intersection. You're an average and optimistic type of guy. In fact the kind of guy who would continue his daily routine disregarding any kind of sudden change in plans. I guess the best way to say it is, 'if something happens, it happens'. You stop and wait patiently for the light to change. You take a deep breath, "Ahhh... And to think I only came to the grocery store for a loaf of bread. Hah!"
A couple seconds later, the light changes, and you make your way across the street without any harm. You continue your way down a couple more blocks, and then head straight into a long alleyway. It's a bit odd, but it's the way you always go in order to get home, which is located in a forest just behind the other end of the alleyway. Upon entering the alleyway, you come to a stop once you overhear some low yelling. "Huh?"
You listen some more, the yelling starting to get a little louder the longer he listened. "Uh-oh. Sounds like a group of people are mad at someone. Or something! Probably someone's antenna making things blurry on someone's TV screen.
"GET BACK HERE!"
"!" You look straight up to your left at a window on the second story of a two-story building. You stare intently at the window for a moment longer, and then 'Crash!' An unknown figure jumps out through the glass. You quickly turn around and lean your upper body in so you wouldn't get glass in your eyes or face. The figure then falls towards the ground beside you with a loud 'Thud!' "Ah! Huh?" You take a closer look at the unknown figure.
"Say, it's one o' dem furry beings. Or in this case, feathery characters." The figure was a male blue-feathered hawk with a humanoid body. It didn't have any wings and wore a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. "Wow! I knew those from The Other Side were peaceful, I didn't know they dressed like us too!" You stare at the poor thing for a while, noticing how hurt and bruised up he was. You sighed, "I can't just leave this poor thing here in its condition."
You set your bag of groceries down. The avian slowly begins to open its eyes, but only enough to see his shadow being picked up by yours. The avian thinks to himself as you start running off home, "Wha...? I'm being helped...? And by...a human? ...... Mm..."
The avian passes out once again on your shoulders, but you don't notice. "Six months of working out in my home gym, don't fail me now!"
Unbeknownst to you, another unknown figure pokes his head from the part of the alley you entered through to see you run off with the injured avian being carried on your shoulders. The figure looked like a masculine anthro, with raccoon ears and a raccoon tail. He holds right arm up to his mouth to speak to a type of wristwatch walkie-talkie, "Guys, looks like some human picked up our feathered pal. He doesn't look like any one of those men in labcoats. Should I chase after him?"
A male voice speaks through the raccoon's watch, "Not one of those lab-coated jerks? Well, yeah, stay on his trail. But DON'T try to stop the human unless he harms our friend."
"Alright." Suddenly, the raccoon overhears a couple police sirens coming his way. "Crap! Better get outta here at least." The raccoon uses his claws and climbs up the building to the roof and sprints off in your direction.
Within an hour, you were now walking up a fairly steep mountain towards a log cabin that lay ahead. You feel the hawk's body starting to weigh down on yours as you begin panting under your breath. In a matter of minutes, you finally make your way up the porch and up to the front door. You kick the door open with your left foot. Upon entering your home, you turn on the light to your living room and lay the poor thing on its back on the green couch. You sit on a small green sofa beside your couch and set your bag of groceries on a small table. You reach into the bag with your left hand, "Ow!" You pull out something from the bag, "Darn it! There's broken glass on my cabbage."
You look at the winged figure with injuries all over, and then let the cabbage fall to the ground. "Mm... I guess that's not really important right now, huh?" You reach into your grocery bag and took out a 500-piece first-aid kit, which you placed on your small table. "Good thing I was planning to go hiking tomorrow."
You are now on your knees in front of the injured hawk. You scan his entire body, noticing a couple scraps and cuts all over his body, along with a few pieces of broken glass. His left arm looked like it was the most injured, looking as if it was popped out of place. "Mm... Maybe I should pull these pieces of broken glass out first."
The one you reach for is jabbed in the avian's hind wrist. You slowly grab a firm hold of the end that stuck out with your index finger and thumb, and then with a quick flick of the wrist, you pull it right out. This causes the avian to flinch as he opens his eyes wide, "!!" With great agility, the hawk jumps right out from the couch and lands on his feet a few feet away. He was panting heavily as he grabbed ahold of his left arm. "Don't you touch ME!"
You stand up, "Hey, he can talk! What am I saying? I already knew that."
"Who the hell are you!?" The avian grips his injured arm a little harder, "Urrrgh!"
You take a step closer to him, "Hey, easy pal! You're arm's not well."
The hawk looks at his arm, and then glares back at you. "!" He notices the first-aid kit that's sitting on the table, and then looks back at you. "...You're...helping me?"
"Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
The hawk lowers his injured arm a little, "It's just...I never thought I'd get assistance from a human before."
"Buddy, to me, this isn't about a human helping an anthro. You were hurt, so I felt I should help you out." The avian stares at you, still filled with doubt in his expression. "Look, whether or not you trust me, I want to help you."
"......"
You stare at him blankly. "So!? Do you trust me or not!?" The avian glares back at you, and then you bow your head down. "Sorry."
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