Waking up from his nap a little later, Tiberius opened his eyes. He felt different somehow. He couldn't explain it, he just felt different. That's when he noticed the soft blanket draped over his shoulders. Surprised by the discovery, the hawk saw that he wasn't the only one in the shed.
Ozone was still there.
"What do you want, idiot?" Tiberius growled, adding an insult to his question. Ozone sighed softly. He glanced down at the washcloth and roll of bandages he had brought with him. Following his gaze, the hawk snarled threateningly, "Don't even think about it. I don't want your filthy paws touching me."
"I washed them before I came up here," Ozone muttered. Picking up the washcloth, he cautiously approached Tiberius. The hawk hissed at him. He was about to go on the attack when the hairless feline tossed a towel over his head. While Tiberius struggled to tear it off his face, Ozone gently took a hold of his injured leg and pressed the damp washcloth against the wound. Tiberius hissed in pain.
"It's okay, just calm down and this will all be over soon," Ozone spoke softly and reassuringly. He cleaned the wound while he was saying this. Going from hissing to whimpering quietly in pain, Tiberius rested his head on the bones that littered the floor of his shed. Trying hard not to cry out, he watched as Ozone started wrapping his leg up in bandages. He then did the same for his shoulder and finally his right eye.
Gently dabbing the washcloth on the cut just above the hawk's eye, Ozone looked down at Tiberius and met his gaze. The two stared at each other for a little bit before the cat grabbed the roll of bandages. The hawk lowered his head and held still while he wrapped his wound up. "Did Gidget tell you to do this?" Tiberius asked. Shaking his head, Ozone answered, "No, this was my own doing."
"Why?"
"Just my way of saying thanks for saving my life."
"Oh… you're welcome… and thank you."
"You're welcome."