Nick woke with a start. He looked up to a ceiling that was pretty close to his face, before shifting his attention to the single-sized bed he was laying on. He got up cautiously, taking in the scene. He was in a log cabin. It was quite spacious with old, dark wood and a few windows, allowing a little bit of light to stream in. There were some old, torn couches, a fridge, and a busted tube TV. He looked to the door of the cabin and snuck over to it, placing his paw gently on the handle. He took a slight pause, readying himself to make a run for it until the door swung open in his direction. In came a white fox who looked to be about his age, but was slightly taller. He wore a black sweatshirt and black sweatpants, looking like any generic highschool emo kid Nick had ever seen.
The fox smiled down at Nick. "Ah, you're finally awake."
Nick gained his composure and held his fists in a fighting stance, ready to take down whoever this was. "Move away from the damn door..." Nick said, slowly backing away from the fox.
The fox just laughed and gave Nick a quizzical look, keeping the same smile. "Oooh you poor thing." The fox shook his head. "Don'cha worry yourself, I'm not here to hurt you. In fact..." the fox eyed down at Nick's arm.
Nick looked at his arm. It took him a couple of seconds, but then it hit him. It wasn't broken anymore. He grabbed his arm, staring at it in awe. "What the fuck... how…?" Nick ran his hand up and down the newly repaired arm, trying to piece together how this could've happened. The white fox just giggled as he walked past Nick, moving towards the refrigerator. Nick looked up and turned to the fox, who was now rifling through the fridge. "How long have I been out?"
"Oh, about a day, maybe two at the most. That was a pretty bad stomping you took to the face, but it should be all healed up now," the fox said without turning around from the fridge.
Nick put his hand up to his left eye, and then his right eye. No pain, none whatsoever. It's like nothing had happened at all thus far. "How... Tell me how!" Nick demanded in a sudden burst of confused anger.
The fox finally turned back, holding a half-empty carton of milk and a syringe with glowing yellow liquid in it. "I dunno, just some stuff I found in my parents' lab. It was labeled 'First Aid Med', tried it on myself and it worked wonders," the fox said, chugging down a carton of milk.
"Holy shit... What's going on..." was all that Nick could mutter.
"Oh, and, by the way, here's more anti-venom." The fox said as he walked up to Nick and jabbed the syringe into his right shoulder before he could even react.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing!?" Nick panicked, trying to pull away from the fox and the syringe.
"Oh, calm down!" The fox said, gripping Nick's arm tightly to ensure everything in the needle got into him. "Like I said, anti-venom, you're going to have to be taking this for a while unless you want to drop dead." The fox took the syringe out of Nick's shoulder and tossed in into the trashcan halfway across the cabin.
"Anti-venom? What the fuck do you mean, anti-venom?" Nick's voice was shaky.
The fox just shrugged as he walked over to the small futon couch at the end of the cabin. "When I was doing blood tests I found some venom in your blood. I dunno how you got it, but you're gonna need to be taking anti-venom for a while, at least until your body flushes all of the poison out."
"Fuck... Okay..." Nick said, slowly walking back to the bed to sit down.
"So, good news and bad news. Bad news is that I'm out of anti-venom." the fox said, as Nick looked up in surprise. "Good news... Ummm... I don't think there is any..." The fox quietly said, scratching his forehead.
Nick jumped to his feet. Glaring at the fox he yelled, "You can't be serious! I'm just gonna die, because YOU ran out of fucking anti-venom?"
"Ehhh, calm down, calm down." The fox giggled. "I know where we can find some, but we have to go down to my parents' lab." The fox looked to Nick. "And I'm NOT going down there alone again. If you want the anti-venom, you gotta come with me."
Nick sighed and lowered his head. "Parents' lab… Your parents… Those aren't the fucking freaks who kidnapped me and tried to kill me, are they?" He felt untrust of the white fox sitting across the room from him.
"Haha, yep! The one and on- or, uh, two and only!" The fox cheered.
Nick sighed and weighed his two options. Either he went to this 'lab' the fox spoke of and take the chance of dying, or just die from poison anyway…
"Ok, where's the lab?" Nick asked. When Nick looked up, the fox was in front of him, looking down at him with his paw extended for a handshake.
"Haha, that's the spirit! By the way, the name's Sebastian. Nice to finally meet you."