DoomPet

Chapter 42

Slight TW for Mentions Pregnancy. Nothing Crazy or super triggering, but I get if you don't wanna hear about that with everything going on. 

Daisy's eyes slowly opened. There was the same familiar pain in her hands and throat. For a moment she thought she might still be a squab sitting in the bottom of that little sink waiting for Grim to pick her up, the Slayer nothing but a figment of her imagination. The nightmarish illusion was broken when she heard a familiar voice.

"Oh my fucking <em>god</em> Diasy, why didn't you use a condom?"

It was Samuel, struggling to hold her two squirming squabs. He was sitting in a chair in her recovery room failing to keep the beasts under control.

One was on his back nibbling at his metal plates, and the other was taking a running dash up his chest towards his head, determined to perch on the highest space available.

Daisy tried to crane her neck to see her little children, but she could barely move. Whatever drugs they had given her to calm her down were quite effective. She stared off into space, occasionally finding the strength to focus on a ceiling tile before she had to rest her eyes again. It was comforting to listen to the squabs chirp and squeak. She loved them, she truly did.

Samuel was not in a drug induced blissful coma and was near the end of his rope. All night they were up, biting him with their little needle teeth, which HURT due to his fancy nervous system. When he tried to feed them in the morning, they bit him again! When he tried holding them to take them down to Daisy, you guessed it, more biting! He was surprised their teeth hadn't fallen out of their heads after gnawing on the titanium steel alloy that made up his body.

He was slightly worried that they broke his phone, but he doubted the Slayer needed him last night.

He plucked the one off his back and grabbed the other one off his chest, holding the squirming beasts in his firm grasp. "Oh Daisy by the way- HEY," he scolded one of the little ones who was trying to consume his entire finger down to the knuckle, "I'm working on a translator so you might be able to talk soon. I can't wait for you to explain how the hell these little beasts happened."

Daisy just chuckled in a screechy gargoyle way.

"Oh yes, very, very funny." He looked down to see one of the beasts was gone from his firm grasp. He whirled his head around and spotted it trying to crawl under the door and out into the hallway. He scooped it back up and yelled at it, lecturing it on how dangerous the hallway was.

Daisy yawned and closed her eyes, falling back asleep. She knew Samuel would at least tolerate the squabs until she had recovered.

Upon seeing that she was sleeping, Samuel huffed rather dramatically and went back to his room, setting both beast's onto his bed. He turned towards his little kitchen, "Are you two hungry?"

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!"

He took another chunk of meat out of the fridge and tossed it in the blender, mixing up a purée. As he worked in the kitchen he turned on the TV, which seemed to satiate the beasts, as they watched the pretty colors and transitions of the news channels.

He looked around at the mess on his counter, feeding syringes he had picked up from a lab and dirty towels covered every available surface. It annoyed him how the two had taken over his room so fast.

He drew up the purée in the syringes and grabbed a towel, as he walked over to the bed. "Come on here I got some food."

They crawled over each other as he sat down on the bed. The gray one was quite plum, it was keeping its weight up easily, but the little pinkish one was struggling a bit. Between feeding times it's ribs would stick out a bit.