“Miss Osbourne,” Wendy said. “He’s ready for you.”
Angela put her phone away and hurried down the hall to the office of her doctor, Gamil Hassan. He was sitting at his desk when he entered, poring over some paperwork and stroking his thick, black beard.
“Come on in,” he said without looking up. “Shut the door behind you, please.”
She did as he asked and approached the desk. He stood from his seat and came around to get a better look at her.
“So what seems to be the problem, Angela?” he asked.
“It’s easier if I show you,” she said.
She turned away from him and slid the coat from her shoulders. Her wings unfolded from the small of her back and stretched out to their full span.
“There was a window washer outside my apartment,” she said. “I only looked for a second and suddenly these things burst through my skin.”
“Hm,” Hassan said.
He pressed his hands against the skin at the base of the wings. It was still sore, but now felt more like a week-old bruise than an open wound.
“Is this the first time something like this has happened?” Hassan asked.
“I’ve never connected to a person with powers before,” she said.
He tapped his fingers along the length of one wing and bent it lightly in the middle.
“They appear fully developed,” he said. “Have you tried using them?”
“Of course not,” she said. “I don’t want to fly. I just want to get them off my back.”
“Well, there’s not much I can do, I’m afraid,” he said. “Based on everything we know about your ability, I recommend you wait a few days and see if they go away on their own. If they’re still there after a week, we can start discussing surgical options.”