Mousedom was a lonely town without the great detective around. Baker Street wasn't the same any more, no one came to the detectives door unless it was for words of "sorry for your loss, we all feel the same" but other then that Baker Street was a ghost town.
Theo there was no hope in finding Basil, Dawson still looked, and listened for anything that could give him a clue to where his friend had disappeared to.
Olivia refused to leave so her and her father stayed and agreed that if Basil wasn't found in a years time they would move on without him and just bury the past no matter how much it hurt.
****
Basil had gotten use to his daily treatment and learned it was pointless to fight; he even stopped talking unless Ratigan or Clafmore wanted to hear his voice.
Added to his treatment almost daily Clafmore would pay to have Basil to himself for two hours then taken to the gang to be tortured for another five.
Basil never knew what time of day it was but what seemed like night was his only time of rest, Ratigan would inspect the damage of the day and feed him his nightly pill and lock him in the celler.
The pill was always different too, he was happy he never had the first pill he had ever again, but these pills didn't seem much better…each one did something painful to his body; one put him to sleep but gave him nightmares he couldn't escape, another gave him a fever making it hard to relax, and so on. But none ever seemed to bring him close to death.
Basil also started to notice each night after his pill was given to him Ratigan and his thugs would be outside the swear and by morning there was more gold and money then the day before.
One day Basil felt it was the end, he couldn't move at all, and his right arm no longer moved, which happened weeks ago but now his left one was on the same path; both legs were broken and only heaven knew what was wrong with his chest, it gave him such pain 24/7 he just wanted to bash his head in if it would make it go away.
Ratigan opened the celler door blasting Basil with light as he laid helpless on the table.
Basil just closed his eyes like he always did and waited for Ratigan to start his retune.
As the professor hovered over Basil the detective opened his eyes, mostly to let Ratigan know he was awake and didn't need to be forcefully pulled awake.
Ratigan took out his faded red cloth and cupped Basil's face so to avoid getting blood on his white glove.
As Basil was forced to look into his enemies eyes he felt a cough coming on. He had coughed once before when Ratigan was looking at him this way and Ratigan had slashed his face a few times because he had spat blood on his nice outfit.
Basil did his best to hold it in at least until the professor let his face go; he didn't want a repeat of last time.
Ratigan was turning Basil's face side to side getting a good look at his wounds, something he enjoyed to no end, he could stare at the hurt detective for hours.
Ratigan held Basil's face for so long and as much as Basil fought his body he just couldn't any longer, he knew he was going to be beat once more…
Ratigan was now in his face as the detective let it out, he coughed hard and almost got sick but stopped in time before he felt his stomach turn.
Ratigan had bits of blood on his face; taking his cloth he whipped it off and gave Basil a glaring look.
Basil flinched as the professors hand came close to his face. When he didn't feel a smack he opened one eye but still waited for the worse.
Ratigan had stopped in mid air letting Basil see his gloved paw but never intended to hit him, instead he stroked the detectives head gently with a smile.
Still not taking any chances that Ratigan wouldn't claw him to bits Basil held still and shut his eyes tight in fear.
"These past few weeks have been fun, wouldn't you agree?" the professor began, playing with Basil's hair.
Without a word or even a sound Basil slowly nodded, he knew by now when Ratigan spoke to him he had better answer one way or another.
"And it seems you have been all partied out." Ratigan picked Basil up off the table and carried him baby style outside.
Basil didn't know what Ratigan was getting at but he knew it was time of his daily torment and started to waver into his own little world, his past, where…someone waited for him, happy to see him, who were they again? But his mind could never stay there long, with each movement pain hit him and broke his thoughts.
Ratigan took Basil into his chamber and sat down in his normal chair with Basil on his lap as normal.
Basil had gotten use to the professor "spending time" with him at any given time of the day; today Ratigan must have just wanted to spend it earlier then normal.
The detective never really minded this time because it was in a way another point in the day he could rest. It was rare Ratigan would put him in pain at this time, but that didn't mean it didn't happen.
Ratigan smiled at Basil and removed his gloves to run his hand along Basil's abused face. He knew and loved that Basil was fully broke; he had been for mouths now, he no longer had to hold the detective down, he could leave the room without any watch over him and he would still be in the same spot from when he left. He never even had to hear his annoying voice unless he really wanted to; which wasn't unless he wanted to hear the detective beg for his life…or at least less pain, which he enjoyed and made Basil cry out each time he locked him into the celler for his own fun. An only exception to this was once in a while Basil would beg for forgiveness when he stepped out of place…which by now was rare.
Basil watched wondering if Ratigan was going to punish him for coughing. Each time Ratigan's hand went up Basil shook in fear flinching. But each time Ratigan just stroked, patted, and petted him, but Basil wasn't about to put his guard down…there was never any telling when Ratigan would show mercy or revenge.
Ratigan enjoyed the fear in Basil's eyes, he knew all too well Basil expected to be hit, after all he never let the detective get away with such simple things…being lenient was just out of the question.
Ratigan began to rock Basil back and forth getting him to relax…but Basil knew to well Ratigan would punish him one way or another.
After a while knowing the detective wasn't going to calm down and rest he spoke softly, "My dear boy, I'm not going to hurt you for bleeding from your mouth, I know it wasn't done on purposes."
Basil still didn't trust what was said but forced his body to seem relaxed to please Ratigan.
The rat thinking Basil was calm took his chin in his paw and brushed at some of the dry and wet blood on the edge of his mouth.
Basil couldn't help but start breathing hard as Ratigan did this making the Rat clap his muzzle shut so it would become harder and longer to get the air he needed.
Drifting back to sleep mostly due to the lack of air Basil didn't notice the irritated look in Ratigan's face.
"You had your sleep it's time to wake up…you know the drill." The professor remarked. He then pushed Basil off his lap and held him upside down with his tail in his hand.
Basil's head was on the ground, his back up against the chair and his feet facing Ratigan along with his tail.
A sudden fear came over him not knowing why he was like this.
Ratigan took a knife and holding the tip of the detective's tail began cutting little bits off causing Basil pain.
He suddenly began to cry out.
Ratigan grinned and tugged on the detective's tail before cutting another small piece.
"No…please….I thought…I wasn't….going to be punished…" Basil whispered in pain.
Ratigan gave a simple laugh at this, "If it keeps you awake then maybe a good punishment is what you need." he stated.
Basil then knew why he was going though pain, not because he coughed but because his eyes were getting heavy.
Then Basil felt his tail released. He began to gasp for air in relief.
"I think that should do it." Ratigan smiled.
Shaking in fear as he was lifted up by the professor, Basil clung to Ratigan as the rat stood up and walked outside heading for Clafmore.
Clafmore had a huge grin on his face as he held the sack up showing it to Basil.
Ratigan just smiled as he got closer to Clafmore and making Basil shake in fear.
As Basil looked to the sack that Clafmore held he prepared himself to be put in it…but he wasn't.
With a confused look Basil glanced up at his captor.
Ratigan walked past Clafmore and went to Felicia.
Basil started to shake, it wasn't time to eat yet…this wasn't his retune…
"Felicia, my baby, are you ready to enjoy your long awaited treat?" Ratigan asked.
The cat gave a happy meow and leaned in close.
Ratigan dropped Basil at the cat's paws.
"It's been fun old boy, but as they say, all good things must come to an end." Ratigan replied cupping his face one more time before turning to leave.
Now Basil knew what Ratigan meant back in the celler, he was done playing with him and was ready to have him killed.
Felicia held Basil in her paws and licked him and bit him over and over; she had been waiting for this moment and was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Being unable to move, Basil just shut his eyes and waited for the end…'at least it will only hurt for a while then I'll never have pain again.' Basil thought.
Clafmore was inside with Ratigan and kept glancing outside; he couldn't believe the professor was just going to the throw the detective away like that.
"Well my friend its been fun, and well let's face it I've been here longer then I should have. We'll have to do this again someday."
"Yes it was fun, and I'm glad I had you to share it with." Ratigan replied with a grin.
With that Clafmore waved goodbye and left, with the sack still in hand.
Once outside he saw Felicia enjoying her snack and snuck over to her.
"Felicia, dear," Clafmore began, "I talked to Ratigan and he said I could have one last time with the little pest, and just for you once I'm done I'll find you some sensing, like salt and pepper to put on him. What'd say?"
Felicia gave an unhappy look, but after what seemed like a thought on the salt and pepper she soon turned pleased.
She let Basil go and watched as Clafmore picked him up and walked into the celler.
Basil was out cold from pain; Clafmore grinned happily and waited until the cat wasn't looking. Once it was clear he stuffed Basil into the bag and slipped out of the swear.
Once out of the pipes and in the Rat Trap Clafmore took a seat and put the bag next to him.
"Hay baby, I've had a busy week, how about a drink?" he called to the bar lady.
As he was distracted Basil came too. He felt hot and crowded; was he inside the cat? No wait, it was dry….he then knew he was in the bag…but why? Ratigan's pet cat should have him half way down her throat by now.
He held still and listened, outside he heard Clafmore and more people…oh no, Ratigan must have changed his mind and is keeping him alive longer. He pulled himself into a ball, for once he was looking forward to the end, why did he still have to live though the nightmare?
As he waited to be pulled out of the bag and started to wonder what was taking so long… he thought, what if he was ignored…what if he had a chance?
Pulling at the top of the bag with his left hand and got an opening he peeked out.
He saw he was at the Rat Trap, a feeling of relief came over him, he could escape! He tried to get out but as soon as he made a major movement pain struck knocking him back down unable to move.
Nope he was so broken and hurt there was no way he was going to escape.
He laid there knowing he was doomed…but when, he wasn't sure.
As Clafmore drank, the bar lady noticed a movement in his bag…in a quick plan to check it out she slipped some laxative into his beer.
"What is it?" the bar tender asked seeing his worker staring at Clafmore.
"I'm worried." She replied.
"Worried? About what? We've handled fights before and you never worried then?" he remarked cleaning the bar table.
"No, no, it's that guy over there…the one with the oddly big bag." She began, "I saw it move…"
"Move?" he confirmed.
"Yes…" she leaned in closer to him, "You remember I told you that a doctor and the queens men came in here saying something about Ratigan's lair being under the Rat Trap right?" He nodded, "Well he just came in from below our trap door, what if…" the man got where she was coming from and agreed.
"What are we going to do?" he asked.
"I slipped some laxative in his drink…once he leaves the table I'll check out his bag."
"Sounds good, I'll be here to cover you." he added.
It took a good while but at last the stuff took effect and Clafmore had to get up.
"Ah, I think I took a little too much in…" he looked at his bag and then looked around, everyone seemed to be too drunk to care what he had.
Deming his prize safe he took off.
Once he was gone the bar lady went to the bag and opened it.
"Ah!" she gasped. She couldn't believe her insect was right; there in the bag was the missing great mouse detective.
She quickly singled the bartender over to see.
Once he took a look he just about jumped out of his fur.
"What are we going to do? If half the people in here find out Basil of Baker Street is here and in this state they will kill him for sure if his not already dead." He whispered looking around hiding what was in the bag.
"We can't call the police…" she remarked.
"I know that…" he spoke back almost in a snap. "We can't just let this go, he never did anything to us even though he was here once he still never caused a scene, we have to find a way to help him…do you know anyone who can take him to Baker Street?"
The bar lady thought for a minute, "Yes, yes I do." She said quickly.
"How fast can they get here?"
"He stays nearby…in fact if the time on my watch is right he should be outside now, this is the time he always stops by." She replied.
"Good, then before he comes back out take him out there." The bartender said closing the bag and handing it to her.
At once the bar lady carried the bag outside, lucky Basil wasn't as heavy as she thought he would be, then again it was probably because the poor guy hadn't had a meal in heaven knew how long.
Once outside she called a name almost no mouse could ever understand…but once spoke a huge crow flew down and landed right in front of her.
"Well hello there, you called old friend?" he spoke raspy.
"Yes, you see this?" she opened the bag reviling the in pain Basil, "he needs to be taken to 221 Baker Street, can you do this and fast?"
The bird eyed the detective of a moment then nodded, "No problem." With that he picked up the sack with his beck and flew out of sight.
*******
Dawson and Judson had been learning to get along with out there close friend, both had increased there relationship and Dawson had proposed to her just the night before.
Olivia had been getting over the sorrow and even showed signs of wanting to go home early.
Both Dawson and Judson were in the kitchen making dinner for the four of them when the door bell rang.
Mr. Flaversham answered the door. Looking out he found that no one was there but a sack laying at his feet.
"Dawson, Judson, come quickly." He said waving them over to take a look at the odd bag.
"Oh my," said Dawson, "I wonder who would have dropped it?"
Dawson then picked up the opening to the sack and took a look inside….
Olivia was sitting on Basil's good chair when she heard a loud gasp from the adults and Dawson and her dad pulling in a big bag from outside.
She ran over quickly to see what all the commotion was about.
"Olivia dear please stand back we need room honey." Her father told her backing her up a bit from where they were setting the bag.
"Should we go to the hospital?" Mr. Hiram asked not sure what they should do.
"There's no time the closets one around here is to far, he'll never make it." Dawson answered quickly, "Mrs. Judson start a hot bath right away, Mr. Flaversham get me my doctors bag." Dawson said giving orders as he carried the bag into a bed room.
"What's going on?" Olivia asked to whoever would answer her.
Walking into the room Dawson had entered. Olivia watched as Dr. Dawson carefully pulled something out of the sack….or more like someone.
Olivia covered her mouth as she saw who it was.
Dawson had pulled Basil out of the bleeding sack and was quickly striping him of his tattered clothes. He then picked Basil up and started taking him to the bathroom where Mrs. Judson had his bath ready.
The doctor may have been old but he hadn't lost his strength, a strength he got from the military.
"Help me get him in Mrs. Judson, if we don't get him clean soon his whole body is going to become infected if it hasn't already."
The both of them dipped Basil into the water and was gentle with cleaning him. They had to work fast to not only stop infection taking over but to get him out to take care of his wounds.
Olivia was in tears as she watched, the water was red and black in seconds of Basil being in it; all the adults in no time had Basil cleaned and out rushing him to the bed room to be taken care of.
Dawson gently laid Basil on the bed and dug into his bag that Flaversham had put next to him, and pulled out a bottle of alcohol, stitches, and wraps.
"Is he going to be okay?" Olivia asked as tears fell down her face.
Dawson looked over at her and tried to smile, if I can stop the bleeding I think I can save him." he said starting to take the needle in hand and starting to work on Basil's wounds, "He's lost a lot of blood, and is unconscious…I don't know if he will even wake up…but he is alive."
Mr. Flaversham put a hand on Olivia "Come now pumpkin, let's let Dr. Dawson do his work." He said heading her to the door.
A few hours had past and Olivia spent every minute pacing around the room while her dad and Mrs. Judson sat in the chairs just has worried. Judson was sipping the last bit of her tea when she was getting ready to get up when they all heard the bedroom door open.
Dawson stepped out of the room leaving the door wide open.
"How is he?" Olivia asked hope in her eyes.
"He's going to live that I can say for sure, but I don't know all the damage done and wont until he wakes up." he answered with a deep sigh, more of what he saw then of relief.
"I'm just so glad he's home…" Judson said as a small tear left her eye.
"I agree, I just wish he was in better shape." Dawson added, "I just can't believe some of the stuff he went though…"
The others looked at him, Dawson then explained, "From observing his wounds I fear to say he's been though more then you or I could ever comprehend."
Hiram gave a sorrow look to Dawson, "Is there any you can tell us about?"
Dawson put his head down as if in pain, "Cover Olivia's ears…" Hiram did as was asked and waited for Dawson to continue, "He was rapped, more then once it looks like, and his left arm is busted completely. His left leg is broken in five different spots, all his toes on his right foot are disconnected and the foot bone itself is broke in half…and he's been declawed inaccuracy which has caused his hands and feet to have become infected." Dawson felt himself choke as he said the last bit…. "small bits of his tail have been cut off, and his face is badly damaged it will be a miracle if he can even see." He whipped a tear away, "But there is still a lot more done to him but as I spoke of before I will not know until he is awake and can see what he can and can not move."
Hiram uncovered Olivia's ears as the young mouse looked up at her crying father.
"What happened to Mr. Basil daddy? Is he going to wake up soon?" he just gave his little girl a small smile and patted her on the head, "We will see dear." He answered.
"I'll be checking in on him here and there just to be sure his condition does not worsen." Dawson replied sitting in a chair. "We just have to wait…"
*****
Basil was in a dark room when he came to, 'How long have I been out?' he wondered to himself. 'There is no sign of Ratigan….or Clafmore….wait? Why I'm I still alive?' he could only open his eyes a small bit so he could only see black and figured he was back in the celler. 'Aren't I suppose to be dead?....oh no.' he's thoughts started to catch up with him, 'I must have tried to escape again…I know right before I fell asleep I saw a chance to get away, but I didn't think I did….I must not remember…but if I'm still alive then I must have been caught, meaning….' His body began to shake as the thought of Ratigan coming into the room hit his mind. For once he was looking forward to death…but fate changed that.
Basil turned his head to look around just to find he hurt to much to do it. His eyes stayed half lidded as he searched for a source of light…for he learned where there was light there was Ratigan and where there was pre darkness there was sleep.
Basil's whole body hurt, he could not move his arms or legs…he couldn't even move his tail…his tail-one of the last things Ratigan had done to him was cuts little pieces of his tail off…was he going to finish the job later? Another shiver landed on his body just thinking about it.
Just then it happened, he heard the sound of footsteps…oh no, Ratigan! He was coming.
Basil held still and acted to be asleep…he didn't want the professor to know he was up of a while now and to make him think he was just now waking up…like he normally did to avoid being pulled awake by pain.
The dark shape seemed to be looking for something but couldn't find it and seemed to have whispered, "the light is not working…" this didn't fully surprise the detective, after all Ratigan always used the light in the celler when he beat him so it being burned out didn't seem to uncommon.
What Basil saw as the shadow of Ratigan, watched as he left the doors side and headed for him.
Opening his eyes as best as he could, which was still only half lidded, Basil hoped Ratigan would know he was awake and not violently shake him like he did so much in the past weeks.
'Ratigan' then hovered over him and cupped his face ever so sweetly as if trying not to hurt him.
"Are you awake?" was the question, it didn't sound much like Ratigan but it didn't sound like anyone he could think of either his ears must have been worse then he thought with all that liquid that was poured in him on more then one occasion.
Basil tried his best to nod but it felt like he had something wrapped around his head keeping him from moving. A quick panic came over him, he had to answer….or be punished.
"You're okay." He said moving his hand away.
Basil watched as he bent down to grab something. What did Ratigan mean 'you're okay?' before he could think more on it he pushed it aside, he knew not to question his captor.
He then hovered back over him holding a light. The flash light was then turned on as 'Ratigan' looked at his face and chest.
"Are you hungry?" he was asked when the light was turned off.
Food?! Food was one thing Basil needed most, but he knew that meant he was to be a chew toy for Felicia. He quickly declined it using all the breath he had left.
"No…I'm…not hungry…" he said in a whisper, which was his loudest. But once he spoke his stomach gave a sound that Basil was sure even the mice 'outside' could hear.
Becoming scared Basil felt himself grow the need to beg…but held it in, hoping he wouldn't be forced to face the cat.
Dawson put a hand to his chin, he didn't understand why Basil didn't want to eat when it was clear he hadn't had food in days. Then he realized it was most likely due to that fact Basil didn't know where he was and was afraid of what would happen if he did eat…after all everything he had done to him including things he didn't know of yet it was normal for him to be afraid and not eat.
The only solution was to force him to eat and to slowly get him to realize he was safe…for Dawson knew people put though such things for months or years were not going to understand that they are safe at home when they have been away from it for so long and can't trust words or sometimes faces…as long as Basil was feed and taken very good care of at one point he would know where he was and would no longer be afraid.
"You have to eat Basil." He replied looking over at Judson in the other room as a sign to bring food.
Basil felt his body shake, why was 'Ratigan' going to make him eat? He had been able to get out of it for the past two weeks, at least that's how long his stomach said it was for. Maybe due to his escape Ratigan was planning on punishing him to no end, after all his retune was already broke. Now there was going to be no mercy or a quick death either.
Dawson saw the change in Basil's body and leaned over him to assure him he was going to be okay but it just cased the detective to flinch and jerk.
At the sight of movement over him Basil feared he was about to be hit or picked up both sending him into a panic.
Mrs. Judson had brought in a crumpet hopping it would help Basil know where he was but Dawson had backed away from Basil and gently pushed her out the door.
"Not yet, he's having a panic attack I have to calm him down first…before he opens one of his wounds." Trying the light again Dawson was pleased that it worked this time and shut the door.
Basil felt the light hit his face and heard the door shut which sent even more fear in him…
'Oh no, I must have done something to make him change his mind…his going to punish me with his own two claws…and I can't move, he'll destroy me-probability more then ever before.' He thought shutting his eyes tightly.
Dawson knew Basil was going to be hard to work with but knew it had to be done, one of the wounds on his chest had reopened when he jerked and needed some rubbing alcohol so it would not get infected but first he needed Basil to calm down.
As he reached for Basil the young detective shook afraid of the worse, but Dawson put his hands on his friend and rubbed his body hoping it would get him to settle.
Basil felt the gentle touch and knew that could only mean one thing Ratigan wanted him to stay calm…he did his best to stop shaking and took a breath telling himself that it would all be over soon.
Dawson sighed, relived Basil calmed and knew he had to stop the bleeding on his chest before he lost more blood.
Dabbing a cloth in the alcohol he went back to the frightened detective.
Still with his closed eyes he pictured Ratigan taking off his shoes and gloves and taking out his claws to snick them into him.
As these thoughts took over he was pulled out of them as he felt a stinging pain in his chest.
"Shhh, I know it hurts, but it will help." Dawson cooed.
Basil opened his eyes and tried to focus on the one in front of him, but his eyes were so heavy and full of pain that he just couldn't….still in his minds eye it was Ratigan and he was going though pain to prove it.
Dawson then removed the cloth and began to fix the stitch then covered it with a bandage.
Once the short pain stopped Basil took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.
Dawson, pleased with the detective's reaction went to cup his friends face to make sure he didn't reopen the ones there. But again the movement scared Basil and made him tense up as his face was lifted.
Being so use to this by now Basil knew Ratigan was about to start the real pain once he was happy with the past days work. But when he felt the hand move and kind words said he became confused.
"Don't worry; I won't hurt you…"
Basil tried one more time to turn his head but still couldn't, it didn't sound like Ratigan and he wanted to see if he could pin point the voice but was having trouble…it had been so long not even the thoughts he used to feel peaceful would show up, he could no longer remember who it was he always waited for to save him…
"Now that's better; now let's see if I can get you to eat."
Again with that word, why did he have to eat? Why did he have to face Felicia? Didn't he just say….wait, he said 'HE' wouldn't hurt him, Felicia was a different story. That he learned by now.
Judson brought in the crumpet once Dawson opened the door and handed it to him to give to Basil.
"Thank you, I have to get him to sit up but I don't know if he will be able to." Dawson whispered.
"How is he doing?" a small voice asked peeking through the door.
"He's doing fine body wise, but his mind is what I'm now worried about, it seems every move I make sends him into a panic. And it's clear he can't see every well or hear in that matter. All I can say is whoever is responsible of this has truly done more damage then I think we can fix."
As he started to walk over to Basil on the bed he pulled up a nearby chair and sat down.
Basil saw this and shook not knowing what was going to happen, Dawson then showed him the crumpet and held it near his mouth.
"Think you can set up? I have food for you." Dawson said hoping to keep his friend out of another panic.
'Food? For him?' there had to be a trick…but he was so hungry he was willing to take the risk.
He tried to move to get up but found he couldn't, only his left arm gave movement but his right one was dead.
"I…I can't…" he whimpered from pain and fear.
Dawson went to help Basil up but sent the detective into a painful yelp.
"Sorry." He said moving away. "Here you still need to eat."
Basil was confused about 'Ratigan's' behavior but tried not the think on it too much.
Dawson tapped the bottom of Basil mouth to try and get him to open which he did out of reaction.
Basil knew what Ratigan wanted when he wanted it, it kept him out of trouble.
Once open, Dawson took a small paw full and helped it into Basil mouth.
The detective felt the small piece of food and was thankful he got a free bit.
Getting a good mouth full Basil expect that to be all he would get for the day and was in a sleep state once again.
Dawson tried to give Basil another bite but the mouse had stopped responding.
Judson and Olivia had entered the room to look at their long lost friend.
"Why isn't he eating?" Olivia asked.
Dawson just sighed, I fear he just has no straight left, its hard for him to stay wake anymore…it seems he lacks rest. It would be best to leave him, I'll give him a sleeping pill for the night and hope we have better luck in the morning."
"What is the pill for?" Hiram asked walking up behind them.
"It's to make sure he sleeps all night long, I don't want him to go into another panic while we all are asleep." Dawson explained.
Basil slowly started to wake up again hoping he wouldn't get more of his tail cut, but once he started to open his eyes he felt his mouth be pried open and a pill put in side.
Before Dawson got the water Basil had already swallowed it giving the group of friends a shock.
"He's never been able to do that before." Judson remarked. "He even had problems with water."
"I don't know but there has been a lot done to him so nothing fully surprises me." Dawson answered.
With his nightly pill Basil was happy to know he could sleep…Ratigan had showed him mercy and he was going to be thankful even if the pill would be his ending….but it truly did seem for once in all his days, he was given a sleeping pill-and was able to for once fully rest.
Dawson, Judson, Olivia, and Hiram watched as Basil drifted fully to sleep and planed on working more on his wounds in the morning.
Yes the last chapter was Dark but here is some Light on the story. =^-^=