𝑷hilza

Phil, that calm crow hybrid was your best friend. You live together but Philza was always exploring places, even though it got him into trouble...

Phil came into contact with some kind of unknown "virus" and bright purple stripes began to appear on his skin. It got to the point where it began to affect his wings and immune system. Philza was bedridden, he couldn't get up because he was so weak, it was total suffering, his wings were what hurt the most.

You found someone who could help, Bad knew a little too much and helped make a cure. You gave it to Phil, that helped everything in his body disappear, except his wings. Bad noticed that only one wing could be saved, they had to cut one... You told Philza, who began to cry, he didn't want one of his wings taken away... But he didn't want to suffer anymore either

"Mwh-h, I-I don't want to, but I want to live.." Philza cried and nodded. Bad and you started to carry him, it was so... Sad