DoomPet

Chapter 40

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Samuel was sitting at his desk again. He had successfully gotten the Slayer and marauder to their room a few hours ago. After all the terror, he finally able to breathe; the crushing weight of death was off his shoulders.

That was until he heard footsteps sprinting down the hall.

A deep sigh rumbled through his frame, "Ahhh shit... here we go again."

Daisy burst into the room, nearly knocking the door off its hinges, howling and crying. She slammed her baldes into the ground again and again. Speaking in a garbled hissy screech, demanding that Samuel pay attention.

"What's wrong?" Samuel scooped her up. She was surprisingly lighter than she had been before. "I haven't seen you in a few days, are you ok?"

Of course, she didn't respond but chirped and waved her bladed hands around, hissing.

"You want them removed, today?" He grimaced internally.

She let out a low growl.

"Right now?!" He shook his head, "Daisy it's been so chaotic. Plus it's 8 PM. I don't even know if the doctors are in!"

She could care less about something like time. Leaning in towards his face, she bared her fangs and threatened to bite his head off.

That was enough to get him to agree, "Ok fine, fine, calm down! I made a promise... Let me ask the doctors on staff currently."

After walking down to the infirmary, with Daisy biting his ankles every step of the way, he pulled everyone into a meeting room and explained the situation.

They reviewed the several scans Vega had taken of Daisy and seemed content with their removal plan.

She was quickly prepared for surgery and wheeled into an operating theater. Samuel watched from a distance. They put her under, she fought against the anesthesia just a bit, her arms twitching and legs kicking, but succumbed to sleep.

He would occasionally peek over their shoulders as they cut into her arms and removed the blades one by one, stitching up and reuniting her split hands.

One of the doctors spoke, "What's the chirping noise?"

The anesthesiologist grumbled, "Ok so it's not just me. I thought the stress was finally rotting my brain."

An older surgeon, who was a skilled but rather miserable old man, huffed, "Oh shush I can barely hear it. All of you focus on the task at hand."

The laryngologist nodded as he made the incision into her neck to fix her vocal cords. "I definitely hear it too."

Samuel looked around, "Is it coming from the vent?"

A medical student walked away from the surgery and knelt down, putting her ear to the grating. It was a small vent two feet long by a foot tall. "Oh yeah it's definitely coming from here."

The older surgeon shook his head, "I hope whatever it is eats you. Get back here!"

After a while, the noises began getting louder to the point of obnoxiousness.

Samuel walked over and knelt down beside the med student, "Should we take the vent off?"

The laryngologist spoke up, "Let's not do duct work right now, let me finish stitching up her throat."

He stood and walked over, "What was the issue with her vocal cords?"

"Scar tissue, similar to the Slayer. It looks like someone tried to make them more human-like but didn't have any proper surgical tools. That's different from the Slayer. His injuries were caused by damage from screaming. Both of them are very odd cases."

A loud chirp interrupted them. All the doctors and medical professionals glared at the vent.

"Ok she's stitched up. Open the fucking vent." He took off his gloves as the older surgeon and a few others took her into the post operative room to recover.

Samuel used a spare scalpel to unscrew the vent. A whole horde of doctors were swarming around wanting to see what was annoying them. With a grunt, he yanked it off the wall.

Out of the open hole popped two baby gargoyles.

They were chirping and squealing. Both of them wanted food. Their ribs were almost visible on their sides and they were trying to nibble at every available surface.

Samuel was completely fucking floored. His blue optic was fixated on these two squirming squeaking beings. "Holy shit, she had babies." Slowly, he reached out and offered his palm.

They immediately stopped nibbling everything and latched onto his fingers, hauling their tiny bodies up onto his palm and squeaking at each other.

Samuel stood, holding them in his palm, watching them. They looked so tiny and round the only thing comparable to their size and cuteness was a little loaf or bread roll.

All the doctors crowded around him trying to get a peek at them. "Awww they look so cute."

"They look a bit scrawny though."

"Look how their little hands grab onto stuff!"

Samuel looked at them carefully, "What should we do with them? Daisy isn't going to be able to walk or do anything for a few days."

"I guess you could keep them for her."

He nodded, terrified of hurting the little beasts. He headed up to his room, passing by the postoperative room, glancing in at Daisy who was sound asleep.

As he continued walking the demons' chirping got more and more incessant. He scolded them, "Shut up, shhhhh." That only seemed to make them chirp louder.

Quickly he hurried and opened the door to his room. Taking them inside, he set them down on the bed. "Look, I'm going to make you food."

He looked around in the fridge and found some ground meat, tossed a chunk or two in the blender, and made a sort of slurry for the two, drawing it up in two tiny feeding syringes.

They were absolutely furiously ravenous, they bit the syringes, his fingers, the bed sheets, each other, and his phone, breaking it. Their teeth were tiny, but needle sharp.

One was a whitish pink color and the other was a light gray. He noticed some other interesting things about them, they didn't have the hand blades or the split jaw, and their claws were rather tiny, lacking the long metal hooks like Daisy had. It was interesting to see what a gargoyle really looked like.

Suddenly the realization hit him, Daisy probably wasn't able to feed them, since she had blades for hands. That's why she had been so frantic and screechy. He felt real pity for the demon.

Each of the little beasts ate until they looked chubby and curled up in a pile of limbs and wings to rest.

Samuel cleaned up their mess, putting meat purée covered blankets in the laundry and cleaning off the counter. He supposed that explained why Daisy had been so aloof lately. It dawned on him as well that's why Vega said 'good luck with two.' Happiness bloomed along his nerves.

He looked at the little demons on his bed. They were grabbing at each other in their dreams, holding hands and chirping happily.

He tossed his broken phone on his desk vowing to fix it later. The Slayer probably wouldn't have to call him so he didn't worry too much about it and cuddled up with the little gargoyles.