A puff of fluff

Realization

The morning struck at the crack of dawn, the light beaming on my face causing me to slowly wake up. I was really hoping what me and Vincent did wasn't a dream. And when I turned to the left side of the bed, I was happy that it wasn't just a wet dream. It was real. Me and Vincent, in bed, spooning against one another in the soft blanket sheets of the bed.

After that night of grinding our naked bodies against one another and kissing, I almost forgot about Chord who was still being treated in the emergency room of the hospital. I attempted to sit up, but I was quickly held down by Vincent's grasp, having my body be trapped around his strong arms. All I could do was giggle a bit, blush, and smile at that moment. "Where do you think your going?~" Vincent asked in a hushed, and happy tone. Did he just wake up as I was about to get off the bed? We both giggled as we cuddled each other while rolling around on the bed, with our tails wrapped around one another.

It took a while for him to let go of me but eventually he let me free. I picked up my clothes, then walked to the bathroom to shower. I set my clothes on the marble sink, then got into the shower. It was a square box with glass all around it. Moments later, Vincent walks in the bathroom, reminding me that I haven't locked the door. He set down his clothes on the ground, getting into the shower with me. I felt embarrassed about this, but I got used to it after a few seconds. We scrubbed each others backs, and rubbed soap on each others' hair. We even had a little quicky in the showers.

After lunch, I put on my jacket, and had lunch with Vincent before needing to go home. Vincent kissed my cheek and waved goodbye at me. I waved back at him, then walked away. But as I walked a few miles away, I began to miss him and his cute laugh, and his perfect bod, his handsome smile, and his... you know what? You get the idea of the last one. I had to stop at a park and hid on top of a tree, spanking it. I felt odd doing this outside and almost in the open, but then again, I'm up on a tree, and who would look up at a tree? What do you even expect to find up there? Bird nests? Mushrooms? Branches? A wolf just doing its own thing? Though, it would seem odd. I say that, then see what I'm doing.

Hours later, I'm already out of the tree, in my home, in bed, trying to rest. The next morning, I have to go back to check on Chord to see how he's holding up. And deliver him a gift. He should be out of the hospital by tomorrow, and now I hope he stops his bad actions, and realize that he's hurting himself. From all that smoking and drinking, slowly but surely he's gonna die. And being stabbed is the least of his problems.

The next morning arrived, and up early in the morning. I washed up, put on my clothes, then jogged to the market in hopes of finding a balloon for Chord, and a rose for Vincent. As I jogged, I noticed the protesters and the officers yet again. But this time its about birds not being able to buy houses, and instead live up in a tree. And of course the officers responded with force. Many animals got brutally beaten to a pulp, others are managing to fight the officers but riot shields, bulletproof helmets, vests, and batons and tasers are more effective then signs, pepper spray, bricks, sticks, and umbrellas. I'm starting to think about moving out here forever.

I bought the balloon and rose from the market, then walked carefully to the hospital. First responders have arrived to help out the officers and protesters after the complete war that has unleashed in the streets. And firefighters have came as well to put out the flames that have been set off around the scenery of the beating. Slowly but surely, I've made it to the hospital to deliver Chord the balloon. Chord has this thing where he reacts to a balloon where he feels safe and calm for some reason. I think last summer, we went to go see this movie about this demonic, bloodthirsty clown that holds this red balloon. Of course, I was scared, but Chord was calm and relaxed. Well, every time when they show the red, ominous balloon he's calm, but when the balloon is not on screen, it always looks like he pissed himself. 

I entered the room where Chord was. I expected that he's be fine, but he looked terrible. He had tubs in his arm that's connected to this blood bag, which is half full of blood. I tied the balloon on the side of the bed that he's lying on. "... S-Snow..? Is that... you..?" I heard the raspy and scratchy voice of Chord calling me. I turned over to him, staring at him. "What's up, pal..? How are you..?" I asked, feeling worried about him. He coughed. "I'm not really sure... the doctors fixed up my wound at least... but... they discovered something about me..." I got on my knees, waiting for him to tell me. "... I'm dying of lung cancer..." A tear rolled down his face after a few seconds. I knew that this would happen, but I didn't think this soon. We both sat in silence, not a single word has been said from us after. I stood up, then got ready to leave. But as I was about to leave the room, Chord called out my name in a weak, pitiful tone. "P-please... help..." though, I couldn't do anything to help him, I stayed for a while to show that I'm with Chord.

I left the hospital when Chord went to sleep. I walked over to Vincent's house with the rose in my hands and a smile on my face.