Lassoing the Cresent Moon

35. Catnap's Creation

I held dogday's hand and sat close to him as Poppy continued to work. She was cleaning up his chest scratches and wounds on his stomach. At first, I thought they were pretty bad, but if Dogday could survive literally dragging his top half around everywhere on a raw stump, he could survive these easily.

It took another half an hour for me to feel his fingers twitch. I sighed in relief as I leaned closer to his face. I pulled one of his ears up and softly petted his head.

"It's okay, Terry. You're okay. Angel is here." I whispered in his ear.

A soft thud against the floor was my response. I smiled as I saw his tail gently wag. "You're okay."

Slowly his eyes fluttered. "I'm... okay?" He croaked

"You're okay. It's done."

He groaned a little as he turned to the side. He winced, a whine echoing through his throat. "My hip hurts..." he grunted as his hand went to feel it.

"So, you can feel your hip now then?" I smiled.

His eyes widened slowly at the realization as he felt the bandages. "I can feel my hip..." he said softly.

"How is it?"

"Its painful... but it feels good. I feel more like I'm living- Like I'm really gonna be okay." He said. His voice was shaky with disbelief.

"You'll be fine." I told him with a smile. I turned to poppy who was cleaning up her area. "Poppy."

She lifted her head to look at me.

"Thank you for keeping your promise." My heart felt warm and I felt my eyes burn. I rubbed at them in disbelief while shaking my head. I hadn't acknowledged it, but i had been so scared that something might go wrong that now it felt like relief was flooding my body and making me emotional.

"Dogday has always been a great ally. It's the least I could do." Her voice was soft and genuine.

Terry tried to crane his neck forward to get a better look at the bandages. "She really did it..."

I chuckled. He looked just as surprised as I was, if not more so.

Kissy nudged his shoulder as she held a bottle of water to his lips. He drank up eagerly, his face looking more relaxed after. He gave some heavy breaths. "What time is it... can we settle for the night?"

Poppy looked at Kissy, who looked back at her. The clock on the wall had long since stopped.

"Hold on" I muttered before reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone. I had thought it was useless with its lack of signal but the time was reassuring. "Its almost eleven." I'd been here twelve hours? Or- was that eleven in the morning? What day was it?

I wasn't sure I really wanted to know. My body had been demanding rest and food for such a long time. Even as I looked back at Terry, none of this felt real.

Terry dropped his head on the ground. "Late enough."

Poppy's lips parted as if she were going to say something but then she pressed them shut.

She better keep them shut! Fricking doll just gave Terry stitches. He needed a break- and if anyone protested I'd make sure they'd know the danger of Mama Audrey. I didn't care if the Prototype himself entered this room. Dogday would rest.

I was snapped out of my train of thought by Terry's laugh. I looked down at him, then I glanced at Poppy. I winced and little.

Any color Poppy had left in her pale porcelain face was gone. Her mouth was wide open as she stared at me. She looked as if her soul had left her body.