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"This one is for heartburn, and this for swollen ankles!"

"I take it... you don't have one for a headache?"

"Uh... no."

Jemima let out a huge groan and fell back onto the bed.

"My head huurrtttsss..."

"Suck it up," Tumblebrutus laughed.

The three cats were in Misto's pitch black den, lit up by the glowing colors of the potions he's made in the past.

"So there's nothing for me?" Jemima asked.

"Uh... no."

Tumblebrutus looked down at Jemima, then shot Mistoffelees a glare.

Tumblebrutus rolled his eyes and then reached down to pick Jemima up.

"DON'T... don't help me! I can manage."

"No you can't," Tumblebrutus laughed.

"I... I can!" Jemima insisted, rolling off the bed and hitting her head again on a table full of spell books.

"Ow..."

Tumblebrutus smiled down at Jemima, then looked at Mistoffelees.

He slowly reached down at picked her up by the waist, but he was quickly overwhelmed by how heavy she was and how limp she felt.

So he dropped her and she hit her head.

"Owwww..."

Mistoffelees frowned at Jemima and glared at Tumblebrutus, then huffed and hustled out of the cellar.

Tumblebrutus looked down at Jemima and then sighed.

"You're going to have to move sometime, Jemmie."

"I don't want to." She protested.

"You're gonna have to."

Jemima fell asleep.

Tumblebrutus rolled his eyes and picked both her arms up, and managed to drag her out of the cellar and into the open of the Junkyard.

Jemima woke up.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked, baring her claws and showing her teeth.

"Home." Tumblebrutus grumbled.

"Where's home." Jemima asked.

Tumblebrutus rolled his eyes and didn't answer.

"Jemima!"

Tumblebrutus looked up and he saw Demeter come running towards them.

"My baby! Is she hurt?"

"She fine," Tumblebrutus grumbled, handing Jemima over to her mother.

"Oh my goodness," Demeter whispered, suffocating her daughter.

"But... eh... she hit her head. So she may be a bit... delusional." Tumblebrutus quickly said, before Jemima said something that could put Tumblebrutus in a world of hurt.

She probably would anyway.

"You can go now, Tumblebrutus," Demeter said, looking up at him and shooing him off.

"Okay! Okay!" But he didn't move, he kept looking at Jemima.

He slowly turned away and then padded away, quickly looking back when he heard her voice.

"Mom?" Jemima whispered.

"What is it, deary?" Demeter asked.

"Tumblebrutus raped me."