Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 34

Ruma stared at the shirt at on the table. Racking her brain for an explanation. Nothing made sense. She knew she was attached, she had to be, but she looked all over, there wasn't even a surface-level scratch on her body.

"Ruma." Deon cooed her name, getting her to look up. "Eat." he pushed her plate closer to her. She hadn't done anything since he pointed the tear in her shirt. She knew exactly how that happened. She couldn't explain the rest of it.

"I'll feed you if I have too." he said, grabbing a fruit of the plate and popping it into his own mouth. He was worried but didn't want to shove it on her, she was stressed enough.

Ruma grumbled, then her stomach did. Her mind sputtered for a moment as she remembered she was with pups. She yelped. As she started jittering, where he pups okay.

She sprinted for the door. Her thoughts were to get to Vassenhilo's lab.

"Ruma!" Deon went after her, catching up to her in the elevator. "Stop." he put himself between her and the door. "Ruma, I need you to talk to me, you can't just keep doing the first thing on your mind and going. That's not how things work, I know shit has happened, but for you and me to work you need to start telling me things, starting right now."

The door behind him dinged as they reached the bottom floor. Ruma was still on the edge of action, but she was listening. She felt pulled like she didn't know what action to take. That was something she hated the most.

So she grabbed his arm, and a bit more slowly moved outside by the building. He followed, without a struggle.

With a deep breath, and slow hands, she told him what happened yesterday. About the pups and the attack, and how now she is worried about her babies.

Deon was silent as he listened. "Alright." he held his hand out for her. She was confused, as he had began fairly soft towards her, but she graciously excepted it. He pulled her into a tight squeeze. "We'll go to the lab together, then decide what to do from there."

Ruma settled into his embrace, hidding her face in his neck.

They stood their a moment, before Deon was the one to let go. "Let's go."

Ruma lead, this time not shooting off like a rocket out of port, like she had earlier.

"So, what do you need done?" Deon looked around the room, avoiding looking directly at any of the obviously unsavoury items he saw in there.

Ruma pressed a few buttons on a pad near the medical table, then hopped up on it. The robot just as before came out, and hooked under her arms.

"Do you need me to just hang back?" he was going to stay to the side since it looked like she had everything covered.

Ruma shook her head, and pointed towards the pad. He walked over to it, and she started giving out cues to how to use it. He followed, and the machine continued on.

It wasn't long before it finished and gave her some numbers across the top screen, she looked them over quickly, and while Deon couldn't tell what they meant he understood the look she gave of relief. Then another picture spit out, and she snatched it up again, she stared at it as the machine went back to where it belonged.

"Is all good?" he leaned against the table, trying to catch a peak at the photo she had.

Ruma nodded, and then flipped the image around to so him. He only vaguely realized what he was looking at, as their was four small circles around what looked like little blobs of white and black.

He took the picture from her and looked at it for a bit longer. Ruma sat there looking as if she was waiting for approval.

Deon didn't quite notice at first, as he was more lost in thought. Most of it being what would happen to her, or the small beans on the page. As he remembered the diary, the entries on them being taken, sold, experimented on. He glanced up at her, they made direct eye contact.

He couldn't help but noticed how she looked such like a puppy; her bottom lip was naturally puckered, and her eyes would get wide as she waited on something. Deon couldn't bring himself to ask her about that, or what would happen, she was somehow finding joy out of this, and he would let her until she couldn't anymore.

He grabbed her chin softly, and smiled widely. "I'm sure you'll do a great job making them. Let's get you back, and feed, so you can keep them strong."

She smiled, nuzzling into his hand. Then signed Ratok.

"He be back soon, you can tell him then."

Ruma hopped down and waited for Deon to follow.

He followed her all the way back to the room, she scampered in. What he didn't expect from her is to pull out the diary that he was thinking about.

She flipped it to the very next clean page and started doodling out, things, making the four squares that mimicked the other ones, and added a little bullet note at the bottom.

Deon watched, this must be what she did for every pregnancy. He smirked. Not having seen her so happily doing something before, he only wondered how someone could be hurt as often as she was, and still remain so much like a ball of sunshine.

Before he knew it he was leaning over, and placing a tender kiss on her forehead.