Epilogue

One month later

Nick walked along the quiet hallway, muffin in paw. He hated these muffins with a passion now, but he still got them for her. It reminded him not only of that stupid deal they made, but also about what she had said to him; a constant reminder that she was almost right in her statement.

Judy was sitting up in her hospital bed, IVs and monitors hooked up everywhere, practicing her writing for the umpteenth time. She didn't have to, her dominant paw was her right, but the doctors in charge of rehabilitation said that writing was a near perfect exercise for her case.
A knock on the door brought her attention to a visitor; a suave looking fox, sporting a snarky grin and bearing a carrot muffin for her.
"Morning Carrots," Nick greeted as he made his way by her side. "How're we feeling?"
Judy looked down at her left paw. Her fur was starting to grow back around the stitches the doctors had placed.
"Still feeling like Frankenswine's Monster," she jokingly replied.
The fox chuckled at the statement; he had come up with the joke as soon as her paw had been reattached in surgery, and had only got to tell it to her once she had recovered enough for visits a week later.
"And how's my suicidal fox doing," she playfully asked as she stroked the newly healed hole in his ear.
"Better, though still a bit hard of hearing in this one," Nick admitted as he gestured to the puncture.
His killing blow to Catmull was a little too close for comfort and had blown his ear drum while piercing a clean hole through the flesh. He was initially mortified that he couldn't hear Judy's heart that night, but then he felt it. Barely there, but there. He had waited at her side until the paramedics came, and stayed with her until she was ushered into the ER.

Judy fumbled slightly with the muffin as she took a bite. She had to be careful; she still had some loss of feeling in her paw, despite the nerves having been sewn back together.
"Why don't I help you with that?" her partner said as he took the rest of the muffin away.
He pulled apart a sizeable piece and held it near her mouth.
"Say 'ah'."
She looked at the piece in his claws, then at his emerald eyes.
"I think I'm ready for dessert instead."


AN: I may be evil, but I'm not heartless. Happy Halloween.