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It was a warm spring night and Jimmy had just finished writing his thank you letter to Lady Kathrine of House Blossom. Her contribution to the Swamp Empire, a lovely field of bright red poppies, really helped add a pop of colour to the rather boring green and brown hues that had plagued his presious swamp.
He thought about how he would soon have to add more variety to the field but that was a problem for future Jimmy. For now all that is on his mind was getting to bed.
Jimmy stood up from his desk and slowly walked from his office to his bedroom, already mentally prepared to fall face first on his bed and pass out for the night. Once he entered his room he waited for Norman to enter when he heard the rustling of feathers coming from his window.
Scott, he knew it had to be Scott. The Rivindell ruler that had forcefully entered heart, and refused to leave. Only the saints above new what Scott wanted from him at this hour.
Perhaps he may want him?
"Hey, Scott what could you possibly need at this time of the ni-," Jimmy quickly cut himself off as he turned to see Scott,but he was in owl form and very badly injured. His wing looked as though it shouldn't be bent that way, and many small cuts patterned against his body, Jimmy noticed how some of his feathers looked messy and mangled, which is concerning concidering how Scott never visited another empire without looking perfect. He never visited Jimmy without looking perfect.
He quickly picked up the injured bird and carefully placed him on his bed. Jimmy then quickly searched through his room looking for anything that he could use to help Scott, while pleading for him to turn into a human form. He'd never nursed a bird before, heck he barely knew how to take care of himself let alone a small helpless owl.
Scott is anything but helpless, he is dangerous and untrustworthy but right now he's hurt and needs his help.
Eventually he found some bandages and a small left over bottle of instant health from saints know how long ago. He sat upright and cross legged ,and carefully positioned one of Scott's wings,the one that looked mangled,in its resting position against his body and attempted something that Kathrine called the figure-8 wrap. He had seen her do it to one of the birds in her empire a few months back and could only hope that it would work for Scott.
He slowly wrapped the bandage around his wing then around his body to hold it. He then took the small amount of instant health and tried to get Scott to drink some of it. He gave a sigh of relief when he saw the white owl drink it, and watched as the potion did its work in healing the cuts on his body. Unfortunately it didn't seem as though there was enough to make a dent in his wing as Scott hadn't drank the whole thing.
Jimmy set the nearly empty bottle on the floor next to his bed and stood up to close the window which was sending a cold draft of air into the room. He wondered how Scott got injured in the first place. Why he chose to go to Jimmy and not someone reliable like Gem or Kathrine?
Maybe he trusts Jimmy? No Scott Smajor trusts no one.
He was probably just the person closest from wherever he got hurt. Yea that sounds reasonable...
Exhausted he sat back down on his bed and lay Scott in his lap to keep him close and was quickly lulled to sleep by the sound of his breathing.