Part II: Making Amends

By: Ersiffa Narman

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I rolled my eyes at the onyx-furred feline displayed by the holographic image of my communicator. His flirtatious mannerisms made me wonder how he got into Star Wolf in the first place. Scratch that, I don't think I really want to know. I assume Fox could see my annoyance, and gave off a weak chuckle. I smiled slightly, but then resumed my normal façade and looked at Panther.

"Panther," I began, "Fox would like to speak to your captain." His ears visibly drooped as he heard my request. I guess he was mad that I wasn't calling for him.

"Fine," he growled in annoyance, "I'll get him..." I saw him leave the communicator's camera and heard low mumbling coming from him. I chuckled at his determination to get in my pants. Definitely not charming, I thought, not in the slightest.

After a few moments, the familiar appearance of a gray lupine with a cybernetic eye formed in the hologram. He looked at me in what appeared to be annoyed expression on his muzzle. If I knew him any less, I wouldn't have known that was his normal expression.

"So, you said the pup had to speak to me?" he said with an air of sarcasm. I nodded, passing the communicator over to the pale brown vulpine beside me. I noticed that Fox's eyes slightly brightened when he saw the lupine. I smiled lightly. Fox gave me a look that said, "I wanna be alone." I mouthed, "I'm going to get some fresh air." He nodded in affirmation.

I exited the room and walked down the plain white halls of the hospital. I began to wonder what Fox and Wolf were discussing. I hoped Wolf was at least cordial to him; he would be really thick-headed to not, the image of Fox on the screen would be a good enough judge of his condition.

I remember the first time I met Star Wolf; it was during the Aparoid Invasion. After hearing so many awful stories about their crimes, from aiding in the murder of Fox's father to multiple robberies and murders, you would have the right to be scared. Needless to say, I was more than scared, I was terrified... But Fox assured me that we could take care of them... He always assured me.

I shook my head and resumed to think about Star Wolf. Surprisingly, they actually saved our lives twice. I noticed that they weren't exactly as they were described to me initially, or at least, they were changing for the better. It wasn't long before they were pardoned of their crimes by the Cornerian government a few weeks later. There was no ceremony, although that was probably for the best. Star Wolf, most likely, preferred it like that anyway.

We never stopped our rivalry, however. Even though they were on our side now, we still never quite got along. We still had dog-fights, although they were more playful and fun. No one aimed to kill. I thought we had made amends with them long ago... But, according to Fox, we haven't...

The way he asked me to call Wolf seemed... off. It was as if he were hiding something. I usually don't like to pry into others minds, but right now I wish I did. Whatever it is, I hope it makes him happy.

I must have been completely lost in thought, because I was soon outside of the hospital. The rush of the summer's-equinox breeze met my face with welcome arms. For a moment, I forgot of everything that had happened in the last six months. I felt as if everything was right once again. Fox wasn't sick, and we weren't there to watch him die... That would be the worst feeling in the world...

Unfortunately, reality came crashing down with the force of five cinder blocks, so bad that I got a migraine and had to sit down on a nearby bench. I held my head as I tried to get the pain to cease. And with tears in my eyes, I remembered that Fox WAS indeed sick, and we were watching him die. We were watching him die slowly... agonizingly slow. He was suffering...

After a few moments, I finally gained the motivation to look out to the view of Corneria's many graceful metal giants, the skyscrapers. They looked elegant with the noonday sun gleaming off of their shiny metallic surfaces.

The vibrating of my phone in my pants pocket distracted me from the view of the city. I took the phone out and saw that I had a new text message. I didn't even have to look at the contacts to see that it was Falco. It read:

I c u gurly :)

I couldn't help but giggle at his nickname for me. I guess he couldn't think of one as cunning for me as 'Slip-up,' 'Gramps,' or 'Foxie,' so he just called me 'Gurly' from then on. I looked up to see if I could find him in the midst of the crowded street in front of me. I was then blind-sided into a hug from a blue blur to my right. I laughed loudly when I realized it was Falco.

"Ha Ha, Falco, you bird-brain! You scared the hell outta me!" I laughed as I hugged him back.

He smirks at me and replies sarcastically, "Ooo, Gurly just said her first curse word! Besides, it IS my job." After a few moments, he releases me and asks, "So watcha doin' out 'ere?"

I wipe the dried tears from my face and look back to the blue-feathered avian. He hasn't visited the hospital in two days, not wanting to look at Fox as the vulpine began to slip away. I don't blame him, he's known Fox almost all of his life, and lifelong friends don't want to stick around that for long. I quickly reply, "I was just getting some fresh air."

He looked at me sympathetically. "I bet, those hospitals get so damn stuffy, I don't even know where to start," I smirk slightly at his remark, knowing that he couldn't stand being trapped in enclosed spaces for long periods of time. His face noticeably before he asked, "Speaking of... how is he?"

"He's... okay, I guess. He's the best he can be right now," I said, telling myself this just as much as I was telling it to him. Falco solemnly nodded to me, knowing that "okay" just meant still alive. Still, at this point, it was better than nothing.

Just then, my phone went off. I looked down at it to see a call from Fox. I quickly answered it, not knowing what could be hiding behind it. I assumed the worse and greeted with a meek 'hello'.

"Hey, Krys. It's me, Fox," my heart slowed when I heard his weak voice on the other line. "Listen, could you do me a favor?" I nodded before I realized that he couldn't see me so I verbally asked what it was. He answered with a slightly enthused , "Could you call up Falco, Slippy, and Peppy for me?"

"Yes, Fox."

"Thanks," I heard him raggedly chuckle before he said, "Think of it as another mission." I laughed a little before I said good-bye and closed the phone.

I looked at Falco breifly before I said, "It looks like we've got a few calls to make."

End of Part II