Okay this is my young justice story, hope you enjoy. (I only own what's mine.)
(Klarion's POV)
We were outside the house of fate, or more accurately on top of it. Our battle for the helmet had led us through the twisted house of tricks and up to the roof. If you ignored the shouting, mostly from myself, and the death glare from the brat that still even after seeing me, refused to believe in magic, it was a fairly nice night. The sky was a dark blue, broken by the light or my magic or Nabu's and the wind had died down, now glowing gentle, almost cautiously as it danced between us. Nabu, like he always did refused to notice, content on looking down at me while he floated high in the air, the small human body of the pathetic non believer was easily suspended with little to no magic, but his refusal to believe in us seemed to take its toll and my once so powerful brother was bouncing, like the brat was trying to force Nabu out of his head. We had been engaged in battle for only a few minutes and I was just as ready to zap out as the brat was... Like this was some type of show Nabu takes the lead.
"Give it up Klarion!" Nabu shouts as we engaged in yet another century of keep away.
I sighed internally and wished I could roll my eyes; sometimes he got way to into this...
These rolls.
The ones we'd been given, forced to play. Century after boring century trying and evidently failing to get that stupid helmet. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I was sent her to grab my idiot brother and bring him back but of course, Nabu turns it into this stupid game and plays me as the bad guy. Using and latching onto these stupid mortals like he wasn't draining the life from them.
Did these idiots not know the true meaning of sacrifice?!
When a mortal uses magic they must give something of equal value back to whatever source they're borrowing it from, and let me just point out that every god, and I mean EVERY GOD, I've ever met is an asshole and takes far more treasures than they deserve. But they throw themselves at Nadu's feet and worship them like he's a god.
HA!
My stupid brothers, not a god, he's a spoiled brat!
God. What I'd give to take a break from it all...
In the back of my head I feel a slight stinging sensation, a magic whiplash of sorts as Teekl deliberately pulls too hard on the bond, snapping me out of my self-induced pity party and back into the fight, a good thing too as not long after I hear Nabu finish his sentence the fight breaks out.
"-I am bound to this helmet and use a physical host, but that is not your way."
I reach back, gently caressing Teekl through the bond as a silent thank you, not letting my emotions get in the way of this battle… or trying not to as he continues to treat me like a child. I was five Millenniums older than he was!
"You're babbling Nabu!" I growl and glared at my brother, if I could see his face I'd bet Nabu was laughing at me.
My patience was running thin and Nabu, knowing this from years of practice, reveled in this. He was using my anger for his dark ways and throwing it back in my face with cheap shots and stupid words.
What was so good about using a host?
They live longer?
Yes, because Nabu seals away their spirit inside the helmet and refuses to release it until a stronger more able body comes. The realm inside the helmet is timeless, the soul never ages and Nabu heals any injures sustained in battle so unless the host is sick, developed cancer or something the host could live for centuries.
Do they get a taste of magic?
Yes, but at the cost of their own soul. Every person using magic goes straight to hell, mortals are not meant to have the power of gods and ignoring that rule has consequences. He makes them suffer for his own fun, it makes me sick.
I, like forever, have gotten the short end of the stick once again. Forced to dance in the shadows of my brothers failures and mistakes like they were anything but that. Mistakes. Well maybe not mistakes, as mistakes are something you do by accident, Nabu does this on purpose and thrills off my anger. He was budded the lord of order, keeping the peace, while I was named the lord of chaos. A cruel twist of fate no doubt. As I was the one keeping everyone safe and he was messing with the balance of this delicate world.
Why was I so bad anyway? What had I done that deemed me worthy of such a degrading title? The lord of chaos? I think the lord of 'chasing my brothers spoiled ass around the cosmos' would have been a far more fitting title but even that had its down sides. I may be a lord of chaos but at least I'm fair. I've never given a human magic before and that somehow makes me the bad guy?! Yes, I've crushed a few cities, and damned a few souls to an eternity in hell... but that was only to stop my idiotic younger brother from doing something really stupid...
I had been so caught up in my own thoughts, my body working on autopilot that I barely catch the last of Nabu's sentence before a stinging pain rips through my body Teekl once again pulling me back into the fight, but this time with much more urgency as when I look I see a ball of magic coming straight at me. I threw up a shield as Nadu summoned attack after attack, shielding most of them but in my fluster I failed to notice the last attack wasn't on me but on my familiar.
Teekl.
I feel the rip of pain like I haven't felt in a while; it was one thing to engage in a semi-friendly battle among brothers, even using a human or two but for Nabu to attack my familiar was beyond cruel. Not only was it a low move but a gamble on my life. I had put half my life force into Teekl to lock myself to this human plane and he attacks it like it's not going to hurt me. Not was the physical pain down right excruciating but it killed me as my own brother would take a gamble on my life just so I wouldn't take him back. I had always hated Nabu for his choices but I would never hurt him like that… never put his life in danger. The utter betrayal of that fact burned like nothing I'd ever felt, like my heart was ripping in two as Nabu and the human celebrated this victory, a battle now won.
"I can't believe you'd attack a defenseless pussy cat!"
It was half true. While Teekl was my link he was in every sense just a cat. A cat that had done more for me than anyone else had ever done, even my own father. I wanted to keep him hidden, waiting safely inside a pocket dimension while I fought, just so I knew he was safe but Teekl refused, breaking out of the dimension with his own magic just to stay at my side. The close he was the faster I could syphon power, the quicker I could make attacks. He put himself in harm's way just to keep me safe and Nabu had just shot him…
"We both know that creature is no cat witch boy," I glare harder at my brother, using that god awful nickname like it meant nothing, like it brought back nothing even standing here I couldn't suppress the cold shiver that ran down my spine "without your familiar you have no anchor in this reality."
It took a moment, a brief moment for Nabu to finish his sentence and wait, just a second before the actions of our fight hit me, the pain and damage inflicted on Teekl traveled though the bond in record speed and reverberated through my body, ripping and tearing at my insides like a double edged knife, I'd laugh if this had hurt more than his words did. But laughing would have to wait as I curled over, half in pain from the aftershock of Teekl's pain and my own, currently put aside as I cough up black blood.
A heavy weight on my chest as I struggled to take in a breath, damn, the aftershocks must have nicked a lung. While gods didn't have to breathe, we were immortal for a reason, I was forced to take in a more human form to adapt to this world and was forced to play by their rules so to speak, this human form while impenetrable to human technology was susceptible to higher forms of magic, ones only my brother seemed to possess. It was a blessing and a curse. The damage seemed to take its toll on Teekl as well; my human body was starting to flicker out of this reality and my magic along with it. In order to not get trapped between world or hell, the vortex I transport, using what magic I had left to scope up and Teekl and vanish, slipping Into the vortex with ease, my body vaporizing into a pure form of magic and slipped through the cracks of reality before we formed back together.
The vortex was unlike any place you'd ever seen, with constant swirling colors, mixing, blending into the fabric of reality, creating new worlds, new possibilities, new lives as others unfolded, slipping out and fading into the light to start again once more. I had traveled for many places, seen things that no one else had ever seen and still this place took my breath away. If it wasn't so dangerous I would stay here forever tucked away in the streams of colors. The tricky part was finding your way out, if you head into a new dimension then you have to set up a permanent link between the vortex and the world, if you don't you could leave on a disintegrating loop and cease to exist as we know it, lost in eternal nothingness. Sometimes it sounds tempting...
This would yet again be another failure father would put on my chest. Like I wasn't out fighting for my life every time I went to that god damn place of hell. I'd rather be in Hell, ruling over my domain in peace. But no, I was out here hunting down my brother like some common lap dog, I was a fucking God and this is what he had me doing!
I sneer in anger at my father, for sending me out here. My brother, for acting like such a child and forcing father to send me out here after him. For the stupid humans that thought we were nothing but an urban myth. For the other Gods that did nothing but look down on me with laughter and amusement in their eyes, finally content with my "new job" that fit my godly status. Those pathetic armatures never could measure up to me and chose to whisper childish banter of hatred in the darkness.
I wanted to slaughter them all, every person that ever laughed at me, every person that ever looked down on me or thought little or me, I wanted to slaughter my father and my brother and finally be free of this damn family… my eternal curse.
As I pushed on, trying to shut down the pain, Teekl had passed out long ago and even pinned against my chest I could feel our bond fluctuating, affecting my body as well. The damage of the fight, the lack of air I could seem to take with each painful breathe and the utter rage for the world seemed to take its toll. Black spots danced before my eyes, making my arms go numb, a horrifying fact as Teekl slipped, his unconscious frame sliding from my arms and into the vortex. Without my magic he falls, slipping through a stream of colours and into the fabrics of an unknown reality.
"Teekl!" I scream, lashing out with the last of my powers.
A large red claw aimed for my familiar but I miss, narrowly grabbing his tail for a sliver of hope before the magic takes its toll. The last of my energy used up as the arm fades, dropping Teekl and my consciousness into darkness.
"Teekl," I mutter weakly "... hold on."
(Sophia's POV)
"Whoa!" I yell and the suddenly calm night starts blowing thundering winds, winds so strong it pushes me back a few steps, in all honestly I was very surprised it didn't blow me off my feet "what the hell?!" There hadn't been any mention of a thunderstorm.
I threw a hand over my face, trying to block out the strong wind. I turned my head, trying to breathe; the wind was so strong it hurt to suck it in. Old newspapers and fliers flew passed my head, rolling down the street, empty pop cans and garbage from a torn bag ran into my feet, tripping me once again and this time taking me to my knees, I reach up grabbing onto a window ledge and look up, watching as the wind pushed the clouds into a spiral. The pieces all blending into one as they grew higher into the sky, thunder shook the ground, forcing my hands off the ledge and over my ears.
When I looked up again I notice a ball of light falling through the clouds, red and angry looking. It didn't look to large, I hoped not as it would only cause more destruction and could do little more but helplessly watch our impending deaths. Then, out of nowhere the wind stops, the howling dies down the thunder disappears and the clouds spread apart, moving back into the sky like nothing had ever happened. I pause, blinking once in confusion as I looked around, the peaceful night just as it was. I blink, trying to catch my breath as I pulled myself off the sidewalk. I scream loudly as a large explosion shakes the ground, the force knocking me to the ground again as a powerful after shock rips through the air, shattering the glass window shops, the screamed again, throwing my hands over my head as the glass rains down on me. I lay there in fear, waiting for the second after shock to come, for the sound of sirens to wail in the distance and police cruisers to speed down the street but nothing happens.
The only sound is my heavy breathing as I lay on the ground, covered in small shards of glass. I look around slowly, seeing other windows broken and glass on the road; a few windows on parker cars were smashed to pieces, older cars that seemed to have no alarms. I blink once, wanting to drop my head but I don't in fear of receiving a face full of glass. Instead I roll over, with greater difficulty as my backpack was in the way but manage to get into the road. I stand up and remove my clothes, my jacket and sweater and look around for the smell of smoke and the large fires lighting up the sky as I shook out the glass.
Fuck, were we being invaded?
I turn, lifting up my backpack and reach into the side pocket, pulling out my flashlight and flicking it on, the sudden wind had also shattered the streetlights and the whole block was suddenly darker than before. I pause, placing the flashlight against my chest in hopes that it would slow the fast pounding of my heart and after I work up my nerves, flick it on, turning as I go and look down into the dark alley. Thankfully, there weren't any aliens, or tiny hovering spaceships floating in the air, just some scattered boxes and garbage littered the alley. I scope the whole alley, moving the beam of light around in the hopes that I'd see something before it jumped out at me.
Had I imagined it?
Even if it wasn't aliens, a meteor would have caused more damage than this. Had it hit another block? Or a building perhaps?
As I was thinking of walking to the next alley soft sounds rings through my ears. I pause, waiting to see if some small little green guy would be popping out of the air with some complicated laser gun to zap me into a pile of dust but to my surprise, the sound comes again, this time more clearly, as a box moves. I step forwards, lift the beam of light onto the box and watch as it shakes back and forth, I step forwards slowly and using my foot gently kick the box off the top of the pile, the others fall down with it and I step back, focusing the beam back in the spot.
"Oh, you poor thing," I whisper lovingly as I gaze down at a small injured tabby cat.
It must have fallen from the pile of boxes or was hit when the wind picked up. I pull off my backpack, setting the flashlight on the ground and unzip my bag, pushing my binder out of the way to reach the medical kit at the bottom, I grab that pull out a blanket, setting the blanket on my lap and open the heavy plastic box, Christina always made me carry one around in case of an emergency, and using my teeth rip open a pair of rubber gloves and place them on, snapping them into places as I reach for some gauze. Tearing that open as well before reaching for some disinfectant, the brown bottle on the other side of the case, and pull a large plastic sheet out of the top, laying it on the ground so I had somewhere clean to look over the cat.
I'd already noticed blood on the ground with the second look. I reach over, gently rolling the cat over onto the plastic mat, my fingers sliding under it as I place gauze over the wound so it wouldn't make contact with the mat. Clean or not I didn't want to put more stuff into the wound. It makes a painful whine as I push against the flow and grab the flashlight, placing it between my teeth and shutting my mouth so I wouldn't drool. I carefully check if they were any other wounds, finding only light scratches that I poked at carefully with the disinfectant to see if they were possibly bleeding, I felt sort of stupid doing this but it seemed the cat had rolled in the blood and was covered in dirt and bloody mud, next I found a few tender spots in the ribs but thankfully his lungs were okay as his chest rose and fell ever few seconds.
I roll the cat over, mindful of its spine and flash the light in the wound, grabbing a new set of cotton swabs and gently feeling around the semi deep scratch, lifting up the ripped flesh and fur to look inside. Realizing pretty quickly that nothing was embedded in the fur I place the gauze back on the wound to halt the blood flow, lifting my hand briefly to wrap him in and towel before its back on there, my other hand carefully scooped it up. I use my foot to hook the strap of my backpack and slid it on my shoulder before walking a little faster to my house with the flashlight in my mouth.
(Artimus's POV)
"Wally?" I yell, running onto the rooftop.
My shoulder finally slamming the door down, I hit the ground, knocking the breath out of myself but I ignore the pain and the momentary fear that always accompanied having no air in your lungs and roll into the roof top, giving myself little time to survey the scene as I'd reach back during the roll to pull out an arrow, fully expecting the witch boy to be there but stop when I turn and see one wizard, doctor fate floating in the air and the witch boy, Klarion, nowhere to be seen. Scorch marks burned the walls and floor, craters littered the ground, and the air was still tingling with electricity. Clearly a great fight had taken place in my absence.
My eyes fall on a body on the other side of the roof, my mind panicking as I feared the worst. While the speedster was fast the idiot could do little against a fully-fledged demon from hell and if Kaldur's stories about sorcerers and magicians from other dimensions was enough to put me on edge with any magic users, good or evil. I could only guess what Klarion might have done to him. Had he been hit during the fight? Was he even breathing?!
I dive, sliding across the rooftop with the grace that only an assassin would have and come to a stop over top of him. I sigh once, half in relief and half in sorrow as the the body wasn't Wally's like I'd feared but Mr. Kent Nelsons, the previous doctor fate. My fingers went on his neck as I searched for a pulse. When I found none I pull my hand away, silently honoring Mr. Kent before I froze, now out of fear. If Kent was here… where was Wally?
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I turn, looking up at doctor fate, a person I'd originally thought was Nelson and pale slightly as I take in the thinner frame. The toned legs and stick like frame of Wally. The smaller body floating absently in the air, bobbing up and down like Fate was waiting to see if Klarion would return or some other trouble would break out.
I understood why Wally put on the helmet, but even after defeating Klarion my heart sunk, even more when I realized I'd have to tell his mentor about Wally's fate... I was his partner and I let him down.
We'd lost him to fate.
The irony was almost laughable.
I put my bow away and went to pull out my communicator when Doctor Fate glowed brightly. As if breaking out of a trance Fate finally notices me, Wally's head shifts in my direction and I roll, pulling out my bow and an exploding arrow as Fate makes a sudden descent to the ground. I had frozen, arrow pulled back and armed as I waited to Fate to make the first move, silently ignoring the bead of sweat rolling down the back of my neck and the beating of my heart. I would lose if I fought against him, even in his weaker state Fate was still a God.
Thankfully Fate doesn't attack, only lowers Wally's body to the ground before he reaches up, removing the helmet and releasing my loudmouthed pain in the ass teammate from his hold.
My mouth fell open as I looked into the goofy and now slightly embarrassed eyes of Wally West, AKA Kid Flash.
"Wha..." I release the weapon and shutting off the charge my body was working but my mind failed to find the words "How?!"
"The old man took my place, so Doctor Fate let me go," Wally states with a shrug, my mouth remained open as I fought to comprehend what had just happened.
Did Wally not realize he almost lost his soul?! To the God of Fate no less! And if he did why the hell was he being so casual about it? A part of my mind hoped it was denial, hiding away the fear of actually comprehending the outcome of his actions; the other thought maybe that was Wally. Not one to wallow in fear or 'what ifs' and let his mind and thoughts move as fast as his feet.
"Artemis?" Wally chuckles "I know my good looks are hard to resist but if you don't shut your mouth you'll start drooling."
At this notion I shut my mouth, giving Wally a hard smack to the back of the head and pull out my communicator. It was time to let the team know we were all right.
No sooner had we stepped foot in mount justice had M'gann ambushed us. Even with Kaldur's warnings, our Atlantean teammate graciously volunteered to meet us half way, on the way back it was a surprise, the Martian female no doubt reading our minds and positioned her to attack right when the door opened. I was very surprised she did phase right through the door.
"Oh my gosh!" M'gann squeals, picking me up in a rough hug before spinning me around the room at impossible speeds "You two are okay!"
I would have asked what two meant but somehow Wally had been added into the hug per spin and I found myself squished against the speedster in an awkward way.
"Uh M'gann, can't breathe!" I wheeze out as her grip tightens.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" M'gann squeaks and drops both of us on the floor.
The other male's chuckle at the well-known mishaps of the female Martian, as the female often forgot her own strength and I feel a gentle pair of arms wrap around my waist. I turn and see Kaldur lifting me up with what looked like effortless strength.
"Are you two alright?" Robin chuckles, his voice running through my ears "Sorry about that, we tried to reel her in."
"We're fine." I state and rub my sore chest; we had already filled Batman in on the basis of the event, Wally as well, adding in details I wasn't there for on the walk back. Red tornado a friend of Kent's volunteered to retrieve the body, he would make sure the proper accommodations were made "But my ribs might not be..."
At this moment I envied Wally's healing abilities. M'gann, while a Martian was almost on par with Kaldur's strength, far past the abilities of a human. I doubted they were broken, the pain not that intense but they were badly bruised as I had been in the crushing hug longer than Wally was, if I lifted up my shirt there would be dark bruises forming already. M'gann mad a small noise as she apologised again, I smile and wave her off, the bruises would heal in time.
"I can take a look at them if you want" Once again reminding me that he was trained in Atlantean healing magic as well as combat.
I look at him and chuckle, my eyes watching M'gann leave to make cookies as another apology, Wally's idea no doubt and force myself to take in a larger breath, wincing in pain again.
"I think I'll be alright, I've had worse injuries than this," I smile but hold my ribs once more, the aching not letting up even a little "… On second thought, that might be a good idea."
I cringe when he touches my ribs, the magic was warm but the bruises were still tender. It seemed I was still jumpy around magic, a fact that Kaldur seemed to notice.
"Are you sure you're okay," Kaldur asks calmly, I turn and look at him slowly.
I had filled him in on what had happened and hidden away from the rest of the team I didn't have to hide. I didn't have to push my feelings down and work with a team; it was just two people that understood the meaning of pain. Me, being the daughter of Sports Master and him, the son of black manta. No one else knew about it, not even Kaldur at first but I stole some of dad's files on well-known criminals and after a favor from Jade, I knew the truth. Kaldur didn't believe me at first, I mean who would, but after I came clean about my past he finally faced the truth. The team thought it was something Wally had done, the speedster set on pranking the Atlantean after Kaldur had foiled yet another plan of his but after looking over the files I had given him, a long heart to heart with King Orem and a brief adjustment period, where Kaldur took a few weeks off to visit Atlantis and clear his head, Kaldur knocked on my door.
"I don't know." I sigh and cringe slightly at the tender flesh but after Kaldur deems the treatment done he removes his hands off my ribs but keeps them on my hips. I roll down my shirt and look at him "I mean Wally's a pest I know, but I really thought I lost him today and it… freaked me out. Like the pain I felt when my mother and Jade left."
Kaldur, ever so calm stood quiet, healing my ribs and listening to my tale. Only speaking up on certain points that needed more clarifying then fell silent, contemplating everything I'd said. I sat still trying not to squirm as I felt the room grow silent, wondering if his response she be taking as long as it was to determine but looking at him Kaldur looked fine, his eyes closed, hands still on my hips as he quietly mulled over the information. When he's done his eyes open, ever soft as he looks down at me, whispering it so softly that it took a moment for his words to register.
"Could you have feelings for him?"
I snort feelings for Wally? Yeah right. My mind instantly shuts down the thought like it had with everyone else, a safe guard of sorts to keep my heart safe.
"No, that's impossible."
The words had spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them and Kaldur, knowing me only looked unconvinced, eye brow rising in question.
"The same impossible as Martians showing up on earth, or Atlantean's using water as weapons or the fact that two children of the worlds most wanted criminals are fighting for justice, not violence? That, impossible?"
If I hadn't known better I'd say Kaldur had cracked a joke. It was hard to tell as his tone remained the same but his eyes sparkled with laughter. I smile and gently punch his chest. My smile falls when I sigh, keeping my hand there and flattening it out into a palm. My fingers feeling the firm toned flesh and muscle under the thin water-proof fabric. His hands tighten slightly on my hips, a reminder that he was here and always would be for me but says nothing. Letting me come out at my own time, or, say nothing at all. In reality, I had said enough but that didn't stop the sinking feeling in my chest.
"After Jade left I had a hard time trusting people." I whisper, my hand still on his body and my eyes on my hand "Everyone I'd loved had left me. My father beat us every day, training us to be the best we could without holding back. There were some nights I couldn't move and he'd just leave me on the floor. It was so cold." I shake my head to push away the memories but find the tears weren't that easily lost "I joined this team as a chance to start over, to have a different life and I told myself that I'd stay detached, let things fall as they may but I was a fool." Kaldur rubs my hips in a silent encouragement to continue "I thought I could have a family again one I wouldn't lose."
"But we almost did," Kaldur finally speaks "we almost lost Wally to Doctor Fate."
I pull my hand away and jump off the table, properly fixing my shirt now that Kaldur's hands were out of the way
"And I know it stupid," I sigh and grab my arms "I mean we're superheroes for crying out loud, this job is dangerous, people have died. I can't tell you how many heroes my dad has personally wiped off the map but for a second-" my voice cracks as the tears come back, I clench my fist and will myself not to cry, like I had back then. I promised myself I'd be strong "for a second I let myself believe that this time it could be different."
I feel Kaldur's strong hands over mine once more and seconds after I'm gently pulled into his strong chest. The hands slide behind my back as the first time in forever I'd let the tears fall, knowing I'd be safe in his arms.
"I think after this," Kaldur says, rubbing my back lovingly, "I think you should go see him."
I didn't have to ask who.
(Sophia's POV)
"Is it going to be okay?" I ask, watching my friend before I finish the last of the stitches.
"Yes, he'll be fine," Christina states, pulling her glasses off her face with gloved hands.
"So it's a boy" I think as I glance around the room, the cats X-Rays were hanging on the screen as she looks over his spinal cord and other bones.
I looked up at her, finishing the final stitch before knotting it off twice and cutting it. I took the cat back to our house, my roommate and I were second-year university students, well I was, Christina was a third-year veterinarian and was even taking classes in an animal shelter. I could do this on my own but this was the first time I'd actually performed on a living animal and looked to her for guidance.
"Good job," Christina states, making me jump as she came out of nowhere, a piece of bloody gauze between tweezers as she dabs away a little more blood "He should stay sedated for a few days, to let the wound settle but after some rest he should make a full recovery." I nod and place down the scissors "Where did you find him again?"
"In a back alley, under a few old boxes." I state and start cleaning up the workstation "I think they fell on him."
I wanted to talk about the sudden storm but seeing as it lasted thirty seconds and I was the only one there I decided to leave it out. I'd gotten home and turned on the news, looking at the weather to see if anyone else had seen anything but, nothing. It was like it never happened. I pulled off my gloves and ran my hand over my hair, gently feeling the elastic band I'd placed in there and wondered if I'd made it up.
She lifted up his head, running her fingers over the place where the non-existing collar should have been.
"Are you sure there wasn't a collar?" she asks, feeling the soft fur more "He seems very well kept and healthy for an alley cat."
I glance at him, noticing this for the first time too. Even though he was covered in blood, his fur was nicely cut, well-groomed and he wasn't skinny and weak like other abandoned cats. I'd brought home quite a few strays in my time, which was half the reason we became vets, the need to help these sick animals burned in my soul.
"There's no insects or ticks on him either." she states "Living in that part of the city he should be matted and crawling with bugs."
"Well I could go back and check tomorrow but I didn't notice anything on the ground," I state and place the bloody gauze in a bowl before dousing it in cleaner and setting it on fire.
I push the bowl into the middle of the table and wait patiently for it to die out. If it was still burning after two minutes I had a lid ready to smother the flames. Chrissy nods once and puts away the gloves, calmly filling out the report she'd send into her teachers on Monday. After the flames die out I place the lid on the bowl for good measure and gently place a clean blanket over the cat. Chrissy had wrapped his wounds up prior to this and after glancing around the room once more I nod, heading up the stairs with my roommate for the evening.
After today, I really needed some sleep.
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