Below my hand with the IV drip, I felt the thin, soft tubing that was delivering the sedative. With two fingers, I very slowly pinched the tube shut.
"Why can't you just cut the nerves and whatever?" McCallum asked.
"Because." The doctor now sounded irritated. "We don't know what will happen if I cut the nerves and the arteries. It could kill her. Plus, you want the wings grafted onto someone else? We'll need those nerve endings!"
Well, that was a relief. If I died I wouldn't have to live without my wings. Maybe I was imagining it, but did I already feel a little more conscious?

- Hawk, Chapter 41