I resist the urge not to explode and instead say calmly, "I can handle this, and if the wing is too hurt to fix it here we'll move her to the hospital room and I'll fix her there."
I look over the stunning blue wings that lay limp on this girl's back. And suddenly spotted a pulsing Fog green spot near the root of the wing. My eyes widen as I recognize this wound from a time I helped a Snowmorrian vulture. I silently repeated the paragraph I'd read on this disease.
Fog Rot! This disease is caused by flying through huge patches of Fog and getting it stuck in your wing. If not treated immediately the Fog Rot will gather at the root of the wing and slowly dissolve everything there until the wing falls off! Treating this wound is deadly as you will have to perform surgery on the wing and let the Fog out before replacing the spot the Fog damaged with Aether and then closing up the wound.
"Ok, can everyone get out of my room? I need to perform surgery and let some Fog out of this girl's wing." I shuffle everyone out and then close and lock the door.
"Sahara, Timothy, can you open the window? All the way please."
I turn back to the girl and take a deep breath, "Here goes nothing." I take out a sharp surgery tool and plunge it into the pulsing green spot. The girl lets out a moan and the wound deflates like a balloon.
"I did it...yes!" I wave the Fog out the window and then quickly pack Aether into the opening. Then I sew up the wing and wake the girl again.
"How are you feeling now?"