as gently as she could , she took a bandage from his worn-out pack and pressed it against the worst-looking wound that was in the middle of the ornate tattoo he had running the length of his left side . she argued with me when i called it that , but thats what it was . but feel free to consider me your friend , if you like . if he does n't want me , if he does n't need me , then fine . her grip on the seat below her tightened . `` hey man , where are the wings ? '' 