BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 5

Life with a new cat was certainly a new difficult routine to adapt to. I haven't had a pet since mom... well, I haven't had a pet for a while.

On the first few days of Mr. Chonks arrival, he fought so hard to take off the giant cone from his head. Even when I nearly caved and tried to help him take it off, he hissed at me and clawed at my hand to stay away. It was very clear that I was not allowed to touch, but it's not like he had a choice when it came to his medicine.

I hated forcing him to take his meds in such a barbaric manner, but it was the only way to keep him in a calmer state.

If he wasn't sleeping, he was very talkative from the pain or hunger. When he wasn't in pain, he laid in a cardboard box in the living room; watching me work with an irritated expression on his ginger face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. "You know, maybe if you actually slept in your cat tower... house... thing, you'd be much more comfortable and less irritable."

He drags his green eyes away from me, shutting them to take in a breath and back open to stare at his water fountain bowl.

I wonder if he was sad that he lost his leg. Heck, I would be. Then, a thought came to mind,

Would he be able to jump the same way as he did before once he finally recovers?

I don't exactly live in a tall apartment building, but if he ever tried to break out somehow from an open window, would he still be able to land on four— no, three feet?

Would he be able to survive from a fall—.

Ugh, I need to stop that. I shook my head. I can't let the intrusive thoughts get to me. I'll psych myself out. Gotta think about something else...

But what? Like, Dr. Whitlock—?

"Oh my fuck..." I groaned to myself, letting my head fall back against the soft leather chair. "Now I started it."

He actually called me not too long ago in regards to "Mr. Chonks'" Recovery. It's only been day three, but he wanted to check in to see how the medicine was cooperating with him. I kept it formal and updated him on what he wanted to know; but deep within my heart, keeping our conversation professional ached.

I felt so sad after our short conversation, it was as if I was going through a break-up over the phone. I just don't understand it.

I haven't felt sorrow since my mom's passing. Missing him was the same way I missed my mom and I don't get why.

I've been sad with other boys I've dated in the past, but nothing like this; even when they turn out to be assholes, I was never this extremely sad.

Did the feeding have something to do with it?

I rubbed at the side of my neck where the wound has healed.

If it was, why? Will it ever come to an end on it's own?