🇵🇦||Panama||🇵🇦

Suddenly, without warning, everything changed for him. Before, he was in the sky, his feet leaping from cloud to cloud, laughing with his companions as he flapped his wings, playing and enlivening the atmosphere around him. Now, in less than a second, he was plummeting to earth, like a wounded bird in mid-flight. He crashed into some trees, which slightly cushioned his fall, but in the end, he hit the ground hard, losing consciousness almost instantly. His mind went dark, and he didn't know how much time had passed . The burning sensation in his arms finally woke him, after who knows how long. He was fighting against the weight of his eyelids, overwhelmed by exhaustion, a feeling that screamed at him to keep sleeping, to stay still. His half-closed eyes scanned the place where he was: It was a normal room, well-tied, with some furniture around, everything clean and arranged, and with a soft floral scent in the air. He lay on a bed, covered up to his chest, a handkerchief on his forehead. He looked down and saw that his arms were bandaged, and he also had adhesive strips on them. He could feel them, he could feel the burning and the discomfort contained beneath them. All of this made him question everything. He was falling... and now he was here. "How...? "How had he gotten there? What had happened? Who had bandaged him like that? He had so many questions and too few answers for his liking. He needed to know what was happening. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made him alert. Someone had come in. He tried to get up, to walk on his own, to move, but the pain in his body pierced him like a needle in his nerves. He hadn't fully recovered. That sharp pain was what made him stay in that bed, lying down. He was internally praying that whoever had caused this had the best of intentions, because he wasn't in any condition to fight now.