Being an Angel

After just a month of having Saving Angel in her family, she had noticed a few things that she had not when she first found him, one being that he had a mild Irish accent, with Saving being a Pegasus it will be a little more difficult to teach him how to fly.

This last month was better than AJ had expected, having Saving around to help and to teach him things that he should have already known; even for his age. She had to teach him how to use his mouth for most everyday activities; he had oddly tried to use his hooves for everything and had dropped a flower vase that was a family heirloom.

He had the strangest reaction when he dropped the vase, first he ran from the vase to the nearest corner and cowered in a ball so small it seemed as though a baseball would have been larger; than he started rambling words, it was too difficult to make out most of them, but AJ caught a couple of sentences, such as “Don’t hit me.” “I didn’t mean to.” “I swear it won’t happen again.” When AJ could not listen to his rambling no more she sat down next to him, noticing he was sobbing she tried comforting him but only got a response of flinches and squeals when she tried petting him.

AJ finally had got really worried and ran to find Granny; she said she will keep an eye on him while AJ runs to get a doctor. As AJ ran faster than she thought she ever could she came up to the hospital and found the nurse, rambling “Hurry, it’s important, it’s an emergency” the nurse followed her back to her home. Finding that Saving was still balled in the corner smaller than thought possible, Granny was standing there watching him to make sure he was okay. The nurse tried anything and everything to calm him down but only got the same response AJ did, She finally picked him up against his will and brought him to his bed that AJ set up the day after she found him. The nurse said that there is nothing to do but to let him calm down on his own and to just keep an eye on him, AJ sat down at the foot of the bed and watched him; not saying a thing, not doing a thing but just sat there. Big Mac came in every couple of hours to check on them both, but he still had not calmed down. After two days of sitting on the foot of the bed watching Saving, AJ had barely slept, only in the late hours of the night and for no longer than a few minutes. She was not sure whether he was sleeping or not but he had calmed down a little bit, enough for him to eat and drink. AJ got up for a minute to use the bathroom for the first time in three days, after she was done and came back to sit down at the foot of the bed she had noticed that he was not laying on the bed but was on the floor next to the bed trying to crawl under it and hide in his usual ball. She lightly grabbed him by the tail and tugged him away from the bed gently, she picked him up and put him on her back and carried him to the porch of their farm house; putting him on the swinging bench hanging from the ceiling. She sat there and looked at the orchard; he looked up at her and looked to where she was looking; after not seeing anything he asked

“What are ye staring at?”

She looked at him with a smile because he actually said something that was not out of fear, “I’m staring at mah soul, Ah’m clearin’ mah head.” He looked at her and for the first time ever he started to feel happy, he felt like he loved her and he found that she was the only one who had ever cared for him. He leaned over and hugger her foreleg. AJ was shocked by the sudden show of affection; she hugged him back and looked back out onto the orchard.