08-08-2019, 03:07 PM
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At Wormwood's call, the feline sprung to his feet and made a dash, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Sick? What kinda sick?" he would ask, but before he could get an answer, he was already heading toward the house of his son. As of late, the word "sick" carried with it memories of Arrow's demise because that was what she had been. Sick. Very, very sick.
Upon entering Selby's home, he was met with a distinct smell: vomit, but no blood, thankfully no blood, and his panic subsided exponentially, but the sight of Selby sat on the floor in a shuddering mess of unkempt fur made his heart ache. "H-hey," he said as he approached, and he gently rested a paw on the tabby's shoulder. "Do you think you can walk outside? It's okay if you can't. We'll figure somethin' out. Need to get you out of here... Some fresh air should feel good. An' I can get you some water too."
At Wormwood's call, the feline sprung to his feet and made a dash, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Sick? What kinda sick?" he would ask, but before he could get an answer, he was already heading toward the house of his son. As of late, the word "sick" carried with it memories of Arrow's demise because that was what she had been. Sick. Very, very sick.
Upon entering Selby's home, he was met with a distinct smell: vomit, but no blood, thankfully no blood, and his panic subsided exponentially, but the sight of Selby sat on the floor in a shuddering mess of unkempt fur made his heart ache. "H-hey," he said as he approached, and he gently rested a paw on the tabby's shoulder. "Do you think you can walk outside? It's okay if you can't. We'll figure somethin' out. Need to get you out of here... Some fresh air should feel good. An' I can get you some water too."