So yeah, a couple of things have happened. Mainly I have tried to get into a schedule with my writing, but as you guys can see that isn't going to well. I haven't uploaded in a month and im sorry. Hopefully I will get time to write, but I can make no promises. Also I haven't stopped Jumping but I have put it on hiatus, due to writers block, and I hate to do it but sadly I have to. Enjoy the chapter, dont expect another one soon, sadly.
Chase's POV
Marshall's words, "Who are you?" have been haunting me for the last couple of weeks, it feels like my world returned to the bleak existence it was before the dally. The times i've gotten to visit, it feels as if there is a different pup in the room with me, not the marshall I once knew. On the days, when his breathing isn't too painful, he'll blabber on about working at fire house, down in Foggy Bottom. On his bad days, when his breathing is unbearably painful, i'll lay, for as long as I could, next to him while tears of agony, stream down his face. I can't even begin to imagine how it feels for your own lungs to betray you, and worse yet, not even knowing how your lungs got hurt.
Nowadays, I don't feel happy unless i'm with Marshall, it sounds sappy but really, he was the brightness of my day, of my week, of my life. But now I have to remind him of my name every time I visit his hospital room. The doctors say he might gain some of his memory back over the course of a few months. And the best thing to do in the meantime, that might jog some of his memories, is to take him to the places and things that he loved the most, before the accident.
I've already bought some of the things that were close to him before the accident. I took his pup pack over to his room, that didn't do anything to jog his memory. I also took his pup food bowl, but that only made him hungry.
It's been a few days since Marshall got back from the hospital. And every night I hear his pained whimpers, from his ravaged lungs. With each whimper my pain grew, and every morning when I questioned him, he would deny every claim.
*wimper*
I slowly rose from my bed, wiping away the tears, opening the door to my pup house.
*wimper*
My eyes sting from crying, my mate being in pain all night, hurts me.
*wimper*
I stand in front of the, beat red pup house. Flinching as I open the door, to see Marshall curled up into a ball, twitching randomly. Every once in awhile emitting a whimper from those cute lips.
*wimper*
I walk into his pup house and close the door. Still watching his every move.
*wimper*
I curl up right beside the dally, fur touching fur, nose to nose. I feel his hot breath on my nose, his nose cutely twitches as my breath touches it. That muzzle looks so kissable.
Marshall's POV
I awake to find a german shepherd, the one they call Chase, curled right up to me, sleeping. He's cute curled up like that, sleeping. But, why is he here? That is an important question.
"Hey, Chase.", I whisper, poking him with my paw. All I achieve is a grunt followed by chase flipping onto his back, feet up into the air. Which only makes him look cuter. He'd probably kill me if I said that to his face, but it would be way worth it for the look he'd give me.
"Chase, wake up." I try again, but to no avail. Wow, chase is a really deep sleeper, but luckily I still have my voice.
"CHASE WAKE UP", I yell straight into his ear. A normal pup would've jumped through the roof, but chase is not normal, that barely got a rise out of him. He, half-heartedly rolled over and lifted his head, eyes half-closed.
"Wow, you look horrible." I giggled.
"Wh… well that no way to treat your mate." he muttered, sleepy.
"I'm joking" I laughed, "Wait, what did you say?", I asked him once my brain caught up to what he said. His eyes popped out of his skull, as his brain caught up too.
"I-I-I, got to go." he stuttered as he fumbled around with the controls of the door.
"Hey, chase dont go.", I said. I started to place one of my paws on his shoulder, but he shifted away from my touch. Finally, he stabbed the right button to open the door, shooting out as soon as a space opened big enough for his broad body.
Now that was weird, first waking up to find chase sleeping next to me, then waking him up to get some answers only to be called his mate. Chase's mate, now that I think about it, it does roll off the tongue.
What am I thinking? Chase was just tired, he wasn't think right, that's all it is. But one can hope.
Chase's POV
What the hell was I thinking, calling Marshall my mate. He doesn't even remember me, as far as he's concerned i've only existed for a month. But i've know, my Marshall, for a little over five months. He must think i'm crazy right now, finding me sleeping in his puphouse, then calling him my mate. Maybe i'm the crazy one, for thinking I would ever get another chance. It's not fair to Marshall if i'm trying to court him all the time, maybe I should leave him alone.
Till next time...
