Hey there guys! (Hi! This is Javs, and I'm here to annoyingly comment on this intro!)
I would just like to take a moment to thank everyone for all the support I've received on Chapter One. It's crazy to me that we've hit 500 views on , and I couldn't be more happy. Thank you so much for the excitement and joy you've shown towards this story, and me. It really makes this a blast, and I'm so excited to do more! (I think half of those views were me tbh. Not to take away from you, though!)
Sorry if this chapter was a little late, or a little too short. The next one should be more on time.
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Chapter Three should be released sometime next week, or possibly a little after.
Enjoy! (Or not. Up to you.)
Chapter Two
She lay atop a white hospital bed motionless, an oxygen mask covering her snout.
After the attack - his attack - Judy Hopps was rushed to the hospital as soon as other ZPD police officers could get Nick Wilde under control. Guilt chilled his bones, and the weight of what he had done held him down like a ball and chain. He quietly added water to the bright lavender flower vase he had picked out for Judy.
Chief Bogo said that she would be fine, and only out for a couple of days. However, Nick couldn't help but to worry. He wanted to be there for her as much as he possibly could. Longingly, Nick turned his head to see Judy, an angel in his dull world, breath slowly escaping her lips. Bandages carefully wrapped her torso and her head, allowing her ears to rest on the pillow.
Nick softly set the now empty glass on the table, as if he was trying not to wake Judy. But he knew that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Tears welled up in his eyes, and his paws curled into fists. 'What have I done?' Nick thought as he averted his eyes from the clean satin bed's occupant. 'This is all my fault. She's hurt because of me.' His shaking paws raised into view, and Nick looked down, horrified at the things that caused her so much pain. 'I don't deserve her. Not after this. She would never want me anymore anyway.'
He couldn't help but to look at her, at her bandaged body, at his mangled partner, and at what he had done. Trembling thoughts and emotions translated into actions, and Nick fell into the chair behind him drowning in guilt and shame. 'How could I let this happen? She's the one thing in this world that makes me smile. The one thing that motivates me to get out of bed in the morning. I can come to work and know that someone supportive, funny, smart, and beautiful will be there for me. I just had to screw it up.'
Nick's paws rested on his cheeks, then slid upwards to wipe the tears from his weeping eyes. He knew after countless talks with the doctors and nurses that Judy would be alright and heal quickly. However, his blood still ran cold at the thought, the sight, and the constant pain of knowing she was suffering from his paws. He stood, slowly shuffling towards Judy's bed, falling to his knees just before it. Nick grasped her paw in his, gently squeezing it as he desperately searched for any hope. Instead, nothing but painful memories and razor sharp guilt cut into his mind. Tears dripped from his muzzle onto the sheets, and Nick whimpered at his horrible reality.
"Judy, I'm sorry."
