Chapter 7 (Revised for grammatical errors and mistakes.)
"Shhh. He is in here, but be quiet though he is sick." Chase was laying down in his pup house, world pounding its drum against his head. Around the corner appeared a blue-eyed Dalmatian.
"How you feeling Chase?" The Dalmatian took a couple steps in, his face showed happiness and yet worry.
"I've felt better." Chase tried his hardest to throw on a smile, and convince the Dalmatian that he was going to be alright.
"Yeah. I know." Marshall let out an empty laugh. Chase tried his hardest to, but coughed instead. Nothing drew but an awkward silence.
"Why are you here Marshall, and not playing with the other pups?" Chase voice was weak and cracking, and almost every word he spoke, he had held back a cough.
"Chase! Repression of a cough is bad! Katie told you this, and yet you still try to do it!" Marshall became worried, and his over-protectiveness started to kick in.
"Why!? Why are you so loud!?" Chase started to dig his head into his pillow, and started to cry out in pain.
"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so loud. You—you just need to let it all out. You understand?" Marshall showed a weak smile, as he pressed his forehead against the German Shepherd's. The Dalmatian walked back with concern showing heavily in his eyes.
"Wha—what's wrong, Marshall?" Fear had found a way inside of the German Shepherd's heart.
"You're burning up Chase. Wait. I will be right back, I'm going to get Ryder and Katie, and see what they can do." Marshall had galloped outside the door, and left Chase alone. Chase was scared of what might have happened to him, and he placed his head gently on his pillow, and started to whimper out of fear.
Marshall walked in with Katie and Ryder trailing behind. Katie placed her hand on the German Shepherd's forehead. "Yeah he is burning up, I'll be right back, I'm going to get some medicine. Ryder can you get him something to cool him down with." Ryder nodded, and the two left, both coming back with a couple of pills, a glass of water, and an ice pack. "Here take these pills, and then drank this glass of water." Chase did as he was told, and Ryder placed the ice pack on his head.
"Will he be alright?" Marshall looked his at his human companions.
"Yeah, he should be fine now. Don't worry it is going to take some time to get rid of this flu, but it will go away eventually." Katie gave the Dalmatian a smile, and patted him on the shoulder as she made her way out.
"Hey Marshall I think it is best if we let him rest for now." Ryder gave the Dalmatian the same smile, and followed Katie's lead before him, as the two made their way out. Chase had grew tired, the virus was wearing him out. Chase looked outside his pup house, and saw the others playing a game of catch. He just sighed, and prayed that he would get better, and drifted off into a sleep.
Chase was thrown awake at the sound of footsteps, and grass moving at his doorstep. He looked up, and was only blinded by the light by of the sun, blurring his vision of a dog like figure. It slowly returned for it show the Dalmatian carrying a pillow, and a teddy bear in his mouth.
"Marshall? Wha—what are you doing here?" Chase's voice was still weak, even after the medicine had started it slow effect.
Marshall had laid his belongings, on the ground of the pup house, "I'm going to keep an eye on you and make sure everything is your recovery is here." The Dalmatian had nestled himself onto the pillow, and drew in his teddy bear.
"Wh-Why?"
"Because someone needs to look after you until you get better."
"But what if you get sick?" Chase was starting make his weak voice show concern.
"Then we can be sick together." Marshall threw on a gleeful smile, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Fine. But don't say I didn't tell you so." Chase whispered, curling himself up.
Drip.
Drip
Drip.
Chase had slowly pulled himself from the deeps of slumber, and staggered as he stood up. He vision was blurry, as he looked at a puddle, getting a steady drop from the ceiling. Out through a steel cage appeared dirty and moldy walls.
"Where—Where am I?"
"You're back where you belong." Chaz walked into the scene, down a flight a stairs leading behind the steel cage.
"N—no." Chase started to shiver.
"Yes." Chaz had shown his signature smile.
"N-no. No." Chase's breathing became imperfect.
"Yes."
"NO! NO!" Chase's eyes started fill up with fear's tears.
"Yes you are. No matter what you say, your back home." Chaz let out a slight chuckle.
"Nooo..." Chase couldn't take the feelings that where being bottled up inside of him, anymore. He fell to his knees, and started to cry.
Chaz kept his signature smile, "Welcome back."
