Lassoing the Cresent Moon

34. Understanding the Hour

The first thing I did when I got in the room was open a bottle of water and chug it. I could feel the cool refreshment refreshen my eyes, cool my torso, strengthen my limbs.

Poppy closed the door behind us as Kissy wheeled dogday in.

"I understand the wheelchair, and I am grateful for that- but what I don't understand is what you want to do with all those medical supplies." He eyed me hesitantly.

I gasped a little as I caught my breath. "Have you even seen yourself? You have cuts and wounds from the TV still. Plus, I'm pretty sure your stump is rotting."

Dogday defensively held his waist. "Yeah, I noticed that when I stopped feeling it. My question still stands. What are you planning on doing?"

"Well I mean-" I looked over at Poppy and Kissy. "If we don't remove the dead flesh before we seal it the rot will just spread to whatever healthy part of you is left...right?"

Poppy gave a nod before looking towards dogday. "You may want to be asleep for this."

"No!" Terry backed up a few steps and held his arms out before giving a nervous chuckle. "Heh, No No. I'm fine not feeling the fact that the only thing that's keeping my guts from falling on the floor is my waist belt."

"...If it spreads it will kill you. You'll start to feel that-" I said gently. I didn't like how folded over his smile was.

"I know, and if this goes wrong you'll kill me in an instant. None of you are real doctors. I've got a clueless angel, a porcelain doll that's been dormant for nearly a decade, a pink sasquatch. We can add the mangled cotton furball for good measure."

Poppy pouted. "We wouldn't be considering this if we didn't know what we were doing."

I focused my gaze on Kitten. Maybe Poppy thought she knew what she was doing but he wasn't wrong about me. I had no idea what to do- I didn't even know what his insides looked like. He was a living toy.

"Do you even have an anesthetic?" Dogday's shoulders rose rigidly as his breath hitched.

Without another word Kissy slapped Dogday behind the head causing him to fall straight onto his face onto the floor. I blinked a few times as I stared at his body that was void of movement.

"He'll be fine." Poppy said as she walked over to him and further looked at his stump. "We didn't have an anesthetic so this was the best thing without giving him a concussion."

I hesitantly felt his head to make sure there wasn't a bruise that might form later- and yet, he seemed to fall on the rug just fine. I took a shaky breath and slowly nodded. I watched as Kissy took the first aid kit, and took out a few things including lots of gauze, bandages, disinfectant, and massive- fricking- scissors.

My eyes grew wider as I felt my heartbeat quicken. Even without him being conscious I was tempted to grab dogday's head and drag him out of there.

Poppy immediately caught my expression. "It's okay, Audriella. He'll be fine." She came closer to me and held my hand with both of hers. "I promise, he'll be just fine. He'll wake up in a few hours and be bandaged up."

"Do- Do we even have pain killers?" I whispered.

Poppy nodded gently. "We do have pain killers, yes."I finally let my eyes look from him to Poppy. I gulped a hard lump. Despite all my water from early my mouth suddenly felt dry.

"You swear this will be for his benefit? That no consequences will come from this?"

Poppy sighed. "He will regain feeling again, so it'll hurt more- but it will be better and able to heal on its own after this." She kept her gaze on my uncertainty. "You... might not want to watch this."