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Buster and Babs entered the hospital a couple of minutes later and wasted little time on doing the task for the surgery.
Moments later, the doctors and nurses got to work on getting Furrball onto the long bed and rolling him off into the surgery room while his closest friends watched on.
Momentarily, Fifi wanted to go along, but Babs held her back with a reassuring hand on her right shoulder.
Fifi appears to have calmed down as she along with the gangs constantly watched their wounded friend be strolled away towards the surgery room.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------An hour and a half later, Furrball was laid on a bed with his eyes closed.
He was hooked into a life support machine to help him with his breathing while a tube and syringe injection supplied him with liquids in his veins to keep the blood flowing.
The wound was stitched up and bandaged on his back, although it was unseen by anyone, including Furrball.
Slowly, Furrball's eyes started to twitch a bit, and with every passing second, he begins to slowly open his eyes. He started to move his head to the left side to find Fifi seated on a chair and resting her head on the desk that's next to the bed.
He softly smiled at the sight of her before slowly using his left hand to reach out to her.
With a soft, slow stroke to her cheek, the touch was enough to stir her a bit from her slumber.
When she eventually awoke, she was in shock to find that he was alive and awake.
"Hi." Furrball managed to speak in a soft tone of voice
Swallowing saliva a bit, Fifi spoke.
"Oh, my God."
Slowly, she used her right hand to softly caress the hand that stroked her face. A smile crept up on her face and she suddenly felt tears that are about to flow from her eyes.
As she rested her face onto his hand, the tears freely fell from her eyes while she softly started sobbing.
Furrball seems to notice, but didn't want to disturb her as he constantly started softly stroking her face, which will momentarily calm her down.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The next hour and fifteen minutes, Furrball was released from the hospital.
When Fifi told Buster on the phone about ten minutes later, he informed the others and they were all relieved with joy and happiness.
Buster has thought about stopping by and helping out Furrball from there, but Fifi told him that she would take care of it.
At first, he was a bit uncomfortable about the idea ever since the two were mugged, but Fifi said that everything was going to be fine.
Buster managed to agree after a bit of silence before he and Fifi said their goodbyes and hung up.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sitting on the wheelchair, Furrball, with Fifi's help, was being wheeled outside the hospital in the late afternoon.
She thought about taking Furrball back home to the alleyway, but soon decided against it. After all that happened, she wasn't sure if that kind of incident was going to happen again.
So instead of taking him to the alleyway, she took him down to the red Mercedes car, to which she calls home.
Fifi got to work in helping Furrball into the car. Grunting a bit in pain, he managed to get in himself without having to strain the recovered injury he momentarily felt from his back.
As he was completely inside, Fifi closed the door for him, went to the other side and got inside herself.
As Furrball was panting softly from his injury, Fifi closed the door after her entrance before taking note of his predicament with concern.
"You okay?" She asked softly
While panting, Furrball nodded and spoke.
"Yeah, thank you."
Fifi smiled in response. But as she looked away from him, her smile slightly faded with a hint of sadness. Furrball took notice with concern.
"Fifi, what's wrong?" He asked
Fifi didn't speak, nor did she meet his gaze. Her mind was racing with questions pertaining to what has transpired in the past hours. Yet, she remained in silence due to reaction from her feline friend.
Before Furrball could ask the question again, Fifi eventually spoke.
"Why did you do it?"
Furrball was in a bit of confusion before speaking.
"Huh?"
"You saved my life and..." She stopped with hesitation and closed her eyes to keep from reminiscing on the incident. "...took a bullet to the back. Why?"
Furrball was in silence from the question.
Fifi took notice of his silence, but still waited for his answer.
Swallowing saliva a bit, Furrball sighed deeply and spoke.
"Because...I love you."
Fifi was in a wave of silence. She wanted to speak, but she grew hesitant. She could almost feel the tears relinquishing from her eyes upon those words. She tried to hold the tears back, but did it in vain while the tears roam freely from her eyes.
Furrball noticed and, with his right hand, he reached over to her and caressed the left cheek of her face.
Despite the fact that the reassuring touch wasn't enough to stop the flowing of the tears, Fifi managed a smile and, with her left hand, softly started caressing his touching hand.
Furrball managed a smile himself, but was unprepared of what was going to happen afterwards.
Fifi sniffed up the tears and eventually spoke.
"I love you, too." She said in a soft tone
Without hesitation, she embraced Furrball's face with both hands and issued a soft passionate kiss to the kitty cat, literally closing her eyes in the process.
Furrball's expression grew of surprise from the kiss, but gave in while closing his eyes as both their tongues wrestled throughout their mouth. Both were moaning throughout the sensual ordeal as the whole thing lasted for a minute and fifteen seconds before they slowly released from each other.
Both were savoring the moment before they both opened their eyes.
They were in silence while gazing into each other eyes for a while before Furrball issued a soft smile and spoke.
"Wow. That was cool."
Fifi issued a smile of her own.
"I know." She replied softly in her French language.
Furrball almost grew confused by the reply, but managed to memorize the translation of it.
He issued a light chuckle, but halted when a thought came to him.
Loosening the smile a bit, Fifi took note of it and, after slowly relinquishing her hands from his face, spoke.
"What's wrong?"
Silence a bit, Furrball spoke.
"Nothing. I was just thinking and..." He stopped himself and got straight to the point. "...what about Hampton?"
Fifi grew in silence herself upon the question. Eventually, she spoke.
"Hampton?"
Furrball nodded and spoke.
"Yeah. I mean, are you two still seeing each other?"
Once again, with her gaze lowered from his view a bit, Fifi grew hesitant from the question.
Furrball took note of the silence before speaking.
"Look, Fifi, you don't have to answer if you don't--"
Fifi shook her head.
"No, No. I-It's okay."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. And as for ze question, truthfully, I haven't really given it much thought."
"You haven't?"
Fifi shook her head.
"No. But yes, we are seeing each other. But at the same time, we grew separate from each other. This is why I've decided to put school before romance."
Furrball grew in long silence before nodding comprehensively.
"Oh."
Eventually, Fifi met his gaze and issued a smile before speaking.
"You are not freaked out, are you?"
Furrball issued a light-hearted chuckle before shaking his head and speaking.
"No." He paused a bit and resumed. "So, uh...what do we do now?"
With the smile intact to her face, Fifi spoke.
"We could look up at the late afternoon skies before night comes."
Furrball chuckled softly and spoke.
"You really like the stars, do you?"
Fifi managed a snicker of response as she and Furrball, for the next few hours, began staring into the late afternoon skies.
As night came, the stars have visibly made their presence known among the atmosphere while the faint sounds of crickets were heard throughout the forest.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Buster Bunny, with his hands behind his head, was lying comfortably on the bed. But he wasn't asleep. In fact, he was in a wave of thought pertaining to both Furrball and the incident that transpired earlier.
He knew that Furrball was alive and well, but, to him, the whole thing still came at a price for his feline friend.
With an inhale of breath, he released a deep sigh from his mouth before he heard the sound of the door opening.
He diverted his attention directly at the door to find Harold entering the room carrying two glasses of cold water in both hands.
With a smile, he spoke.
"Got us some water, son."
With a smile of his own, Buster nodded softly and spoke.
"Thanks."
As he closed the door behind him with his left foot, Harold approached towards the right side of the bed and sat on a chair in front of the nightstand that's next to the bed.
Afterwards, he handed Buster the glass of water while the blue bunny took it gracefully.
Buster sipped the drink while Harold watched with the smile still intact to his face.
After Buster was done, he sighed with delight, literally savoring the liquid drink before speaking.
"God, that feels good."
"I know. If it was a Trader's Joe place around this area, I'd get mineral water."
Buster softly chuckled and spoke.
"Since when do you drink mineral water?"
"Since about five years ago." He replied before sipping his drink.
"Ah. You know, I never went to Trader's Joe before. What is it, another supermarket?"
After Harold savored his drink, he spoke.
"Well, son, you have to go there to find out."
Upon that comment, Buster went into a brief train of thought before nodding.
"Yeah, maybe you're right."
As Harold took a second sip of his drink, Buster lowered his gaze a bit and sighed softly before speaking.
"Dad?"
Swallowing the drink, Harold cleared his throat a bit before speaking.
"Yes?"
"Well, you know, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
Silence a bit, he spoke.
"Furrball."
"Son, he's alive. He's going to be fine."
"Yeah, I-I know that. But..." He stopped himself and sighed again before speaking. "...he was robbed of his wallet, which means that he has absolutely no money to get his father anything for Father's Day tomorrow."
Harold nodded comprehensively as Buster resumed, literally meeting his father's gaze.
"So-So, my question to you is this: Can we undo the damage?"
Silence a bit, Harold grew in a brief train of thought before nodding.
"Yes." He answered before gazing his son and smiling. "Yes, let's do it."
With a smile, Buster and Harold embraced each other with a loving hug.
Afterwards, they both got themselves dressed up and exited out the burrow.
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