The Secret of Me

Nine Lives... ?

My eyes slowly close, my entire body shivering despite the warm sea breeze.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper, in a hoarse, tear ripped voice. "I'm so so sorry... Kiti..."
My body shakes as I whimper, my sword still grasped in my hands, tears mixing with blood. "So...sorry."
In one swift gesture, the sword was removed, I couldn't stand it to be in her much longer.

Then the girl erupts into hacking coughs, spraying blood.
"Well, damn," She sputtered, "Can't you even wrap the wound or something..."
I sit up straight staring, "Kiti?!" I whisper shout in a voice sore from crying, "How are you still alive?!"
"Disappointed?" She asked, still managing a coy tone despite the fact she was half a stride from death, "Cat remember? Nine lives bitches!!" She says flashing the 'rock n' roll' sign with a wink.

My eyes swell, and before I could comprehend my actions, I had her in a tight hug.

She lets out a slight 'oof' and informs me that I was getting blood on my shirt.
"I don't care... I almost killed you..." I whisper into her pale white blond locks.
"Can't. Breath." She says, "Or feel any of limbs... too much blood....loss...."
She then passes out.
I sigh, letting go, ignoring the huge red mark on my white t-shirt. 

 I carry her to the indoor section of the ship, making a cot/bed/thing on the ground, cleaning and wrapping her wounds, my years of stitching cuts and bandaging the scraped knees of my younger brothers paying off, and even after I left, I helped with wounded Marines all the time.
I sigh, sitting on the ground next to the small make do bed I had created. My eyelids droop, but there was nothing I could do about it, I need to stay up with the sick little patient next to me.
But coffee would help...
I stand, moving around the kitchen I'd transformed into a makeshift hospital room.
Soon the air was filled with the aroma of coffee, a mug full of it in my hand in minutes.

I lean against the wall staring out into the sea, watching the waves swish swash back and forth, the sun begins to rise in the east, and I notice the slightest bit of frost framing the windows.

Strange....

I fall asleep a small while later, the coffee not helping much, waking up what felt like seconds, but it was really hours, later. I begin to work through the process of making dinner/lunch/breakfast, considering I hadn't had a single meal all day. Days.
But before I could begin I hear a slight moan, my name mixed up with it.
I silently approach, kneeling by the girl wrapped in bandages, stroking her pale hair, "Yes?" I whisper kindly,

"I want..." She whispers, her eyes half open, her voice half asleep, and her brain only partially working, blame the medicine I had made, (yes made,) which had probably gotten her a little out of sorts for the time being. "I want.." She repeats, "catnip. . ."

I stare for a moment then I burst into laughter, "Catnip?!" I manage to say, trying to refrain my laughter,
"Yesss...." She purrs, "Lots and lots of catnip..."
"Why do you need catnip?" I ask, as if I was speaking to a small child begging for something she'd probably never get. It's practically the same situation.
"Becauseeee" She whined dragging out the word, "I need it...."
"Why do you need it?" I question again, my tone full of laughter.
"Because-" She was cut off by the sound of the boat slamming into something, and the door flung open, a gust of cold air whooshing in
The cat girl quickly slides backwards and her head slams against the wooden wall and she blacks out instantaneously.
Ouch. . .
I stand, moving towards the door, white dots sprinkling down.
Snow. . .
A winter island.

Perhaps, they have some catnip to spare...