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The raccoon was hunched over the table, his head resting on his hands. He was quiet and still, breathing slowly.
"Aha! I think I finally figured it out! Sly!" Bentley said, coming up to his friend. "Sly?" He shook the raccoon's back a little bit. His friend only sighed. "Are you awake?" Silence.
Murray stood up and walked over to them. He put a hand on the raccoon's back, saying, "Hey, buddy, are you awake?" He then wrapped an arm around his chest and picked him up bridal-style, carrying him over to a bed. He set his friend down on the bed, pulling a dark-green blanket over him. He took off the blue hat and set it aside over to the nearby end table. He stroked his friend a couple times on the head and walked back over to the turtle. "Out of all times, our nocturnal friend falls asleep…at night." Murray joked.
"He is practically nocturnal. Don't know how he can so long without sleep, though. And whenever h has an energy drink, he's literally bouncing off of the walls…whether he's tired or not."
"Never him an energy drink." Murray said.
Bentley was the only one who stayed up that night. Upon planning a heist, he couldn't help but notice that Sly was tossing and turning a lot, groaning in his sleep.
The turtle looked up from his papers, watching him turn over again. He instinctively knew that he was having a nightmare. He sighed, standing up. He walked over to the raccoon, putting a hand on the side of his furry face. "Sly, wake up. You're having a nightmare." To his surprise, Sly did wake up, and with an abrupt scream, too.
"Bentley?" He said, sitting upright. He put his hands over his eyes, muttering something in French.
"Sly? Are you alright?" Bentley asked.
Sly moved his hands from his face, showing the tears running through his fur.
"Nightmare?" Bentley asked.
"Yeah…about Dad." He sniffled a bit. "I miss him."
"You're lucky you knew your parents. I never met mine."
"Parent for me. I never met my mother. But I'm not lucky…you are. You don't have to cry over it."
"You don't either. I remember when you fist came to the orphanage, you wouldn't speak to any of us. Months and months rolled by, and the only thing you did was carry around your cane. Back then, you didn't cry because you were traumatized."
"But on the fourth month, I eventually excepted it…and then all I did was cry. But I had you guys, though. But I wonder…is my mother still out there? Or is she with my father? I just wish I knew…." Sly said with his head down low.
"Try to rest now…I'll be awake for a little while longer."
"Okay." The raccoon laid back down, pulling the sheets over him.
Bentley made his way over to the computer. He brought up Google, and typed in 'Cooper before Sly.' He hit the enter key, and there came up a file saying the exact words. He clicked on it, and then he read, 'The modern day Cooper's name is Sly, and when he's gone, and if he has no children, then the Coopers will be wiped out. He is the last, but whatever happened to his mother?' He got interested and continued reading it. However, it wasn't what he was looking for. For hours, he spent his time searching on to find out what Sly's mother's name was, but he never found it.
When the dawn broke, Bentley realized what time it was. He had spent the whole night searching for something that he never found.
"Bentley? You still up?" Sly said, stirring from his bed. His teeth were chattering along with a shaking body, but it wasn't col.
"Yeah…still up."
"Doing what?"
"Nothing. Are you feeing okay?"
"No…I feel sick…." Sly said, getting out of bed.
"Whoa, wait. Let me take your temperature first, buddy." As Bentley went into the back to get the thermometer, Sly said back down. His body was burning hot, yet outside, he felt cold.
Afterwards, Bentley saw that he had a fever of 106 degrees (Fahrenheit), which was dangerously high for a raccoon. One more degree up, and he would have to go to the emergency room.
"Murray! Get up!" Bentley said.
"What's the hurry?" Murray said, coming out with a large yawn.
"Sly has a fever of 106 degrees Fahrenheit. Fill the tub with cold water, quickly!"
The raccoon was lying in bed on his side, the blankets sprawled down at the end of the bed. Now that he was awake, the pain really struck him. His voice was sore, there was a constant ringing in his ears, he felt weak, and he as wheezing with every breath.
"Sly, can you hear me?" The turtle asked, shaking his friend. He got a groan as a response. "I need you to take off your shirt and your gloves." The raccoon didn't move. His wheezing was louder now.
Murray came in and picked up his friend, walking into the bathroom. He set him down, taking off his boots, gloves, and shirt. He picked him up again and set him down into the cold water. Sly yelped a bit at the sudden feeling, but then just laid there with his eyes closed. He was panting from the pain, and despite the cold water, he still felt extremely hot.
"Sly? Sly? How you holding up?" Bentley asked. He got no response, just breathing. "Sly? Can you hear me?" He reached over made his friend look at him. He started speaking, but all Sly saw was his mouth moving. He heard nothing.
Nothing at all.
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