A/N: Hello, everyone! It's time for chapter 2! I was going to update Tuesday, but then I got a review so I figured "Hey, someone's actually reading this. WOOHOOO!" So, you can give a BIIGGGG thank you to..
The Holly and the Ivy- BINGO! The first pair you guessed are exactly who the dogs are. I wasn't going to add the other pair you guessed b/c.. well, it'd be too much work. And I'm lazy. And I already have the story written without them. (The outline, at least)
Now, without further adieu:
Chapter 2: Doctor's Visit
At that moment, I could see the headline in tomorrow's paper: 'Billionaire's Daughter Mauled to Death by Strange Black Beast in Dark Alley.'
My pulse raced as the weird dog-ant thing stepped closer. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.
I don't want to die! Not like this!
But there was nowhere else to move. I slid down the cement wall, praying for this to end quickly.
Suddenly, the Jack Russell jumped in front of me, growling at the unknown creature.
"Wait!" I yelled, but it was too late; the Jack Russell had already sprung at the creature. He sunk his teeth into the creature's neck. His body glowed, becoming a fierce beam of light. I closed my eyes, expecting a yelp or something and-
"Woof!" I opened my eyes.
It was just me, and the Jack Russell, wagging his little tail and blinking his cute little blue eyes at me.
For a while, I just stared at him. What had happened to the beast? And are dogs supposed to shine like that? I wasn't sure, but something tells me they shouldn't. At least, I got some inspiration for his name.
"Henceforth, your name shall be Supernova!" The puppy gave me a queer look. Though I wanted to dance for joy and relax in a nice mud bath, I heard the other dog who I had been cradling in my arm whimper in pain.
"Oh my gosh! C'mon Supernova, we've got to get the vet NOW!" I said. I got up off the floor and began running, with Supernova at my side.
I ran through the sliding glass doors of the Animal Care Center, right up to the receptionist.
"Please, please!" I panted. "You've gotta help me! This dog, he's bleeding!" I said in between huffs.
"Take a number." The receptionist replied. Her purple streaks and Vogue magazine told me she wasn't exactly thrilled to help me.
"I don't think you understand the situation; this dog is hurt! I need to see a vet, NOW!"
"Take a NUMBER." The receptionist replied coldly, not even bothering to look up from her magazine. I ripped it out of her hand, furious. She finally looked at me.
"Do your job! If you really wanted to work here, you should at least try to show some concern!" I threw the magazine down, then opened the door to the patient rooms.
"Wait! You can't go in th-" She began before I cut her off with a cold stare.
"I'm going to see the doctor." I hissed. She said nothing else, only stood there to watch me. I slammed the door shut.
I marched until I found a door that said 'Dr. Shannon' in bold black letters.
"Is there anyone in here?" I screamed, rapping on the door.
"Coming~" I heard a dainty voice reply. Within a few seconds, a black-haired woman in a long white coat opened the door. "Hi, I'm Doctor Shannon."
"Uh, yes, well, this dog… um… please help it?" I said nervously, glancing downward at the dog that had thus lost consciousness.
"Hmm, I see. Follow me." The doctor replied. She led me to a small white room with a metal table and asked me to set the dog on it.
She put on some rubber gloves and looked at the injury.
"Hmmm... Yes... this cut looks pretty bad. It won't kill him, but I'll need to keep him here to stitch him up and observe overnight." I nodded.
"Alright." I replied. The doctor smiled at me, then went into the black room. When she came back out, she brought a clipboard with some paper on it.
"I'll need to know his name, age, and nature of the accident."
"His name is… Skylar. And he's, uhh… he's 2 years old. Yeah.. and he was… he got in a fight.. with.. with a raccoon! It was horrible! So scary. That raccoon was evil! Yeah.. bad, bad raccoon." The doctor gave me a slightly skeptical look.
"So, how did you get away from this 'evil raccoon'?" The Doctor asked. Oh crap.
"I kicked it in the face." I quickly replied.
"Alright, little miss raccoon kicker. And how are we going to pay for this? He'll need stitches, some pain medicine, a-"
"Oh, that's not a problem," I said, smiling. "I'll pay whatever medical bills are necessary."
"Okay…. Well, you can pick up your dog tomorrow afternoon, then."
"Thank you." I replied. I walked over to the table. "Be good Skylar. See you tomorrow." He let out a low whine, and I took that as my cue to leave.
I walked into the waiting room, where little Supernova was waiting for me.
"Time to go!" I said, but Supernova didn't move. I walked towards the door, but Supernova remained still as a statue, staring at the door I just came out of. "C'mon Supernova, you can see your friend tomorrow." Eventually, I just decided to pick him up and carry him back home.
At first he seemed surprised, and then he began squirming in my arms.
"S-stop, Supernova! Be a go-ood dog!"
As I left the office, I could feel the eyes of other clients on my back.
So, whattaya think so far? To anyone reading this, please review. It'll make me want to post another chapter (and my day). You want that, right?
Beta'd by my sister.
