Steven lay on his bed, feeling a bit drained. Today, he'd had his first appointment with his new therapist. He'd managed to get a lot of things off his chest, and that made him feel better, but it still exhausted him. He almost fell asleep, when Garnet came into his room. She cradled a weakly mewing Cat Steven, and she looked very worried.
"Steven, I'm sorry if this is a bad time, but Cat Steven needs help."
Steven was immediately alert. "What happened?"
Garnet approached Steven, so that he could get a better look at the cat. Her leg was bleeding.
Steven kissed Cat Steven's leg, and it instantly healed. Cat Steven gave him a grateful lick on the nose, but Garnet still looked worried.
"Thank you, Steven. Do you need anything? Do you need to talk?"
Steven smiled weakly.
"I did a lot of talking with my therapist today," he said, trying to sound light and joking. "My throat's a bit sore. But...could you and Cat Steven sit with me for a bit?"
"Of course," Garnet said, and she sat down, still cradling the cat. Cat Steven decided to stretch herself out so that she lay on both Garnet and Steven's laps. The cat had her head on Steven's knee, and he rubbed her ears.
Cat Steven had had a rough time when she was a kitten, Steven thought. She and her siblings had gone without a mother for who knows how long, and Cat Steven had somehow lost her eye. And yet, Cat Steven had survived, and was quite a sweet cat, with no apparent issues at all. Steven envied her.
"You're going to be alright, Steven," Garnet said, as though she had read his mind. "As long as you're getting help, you'll be alright. I can see it. You're a survivor, too."
