A Kiss Under The Mistletoe

Chapter 9: Why Mary?

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

If you want to kill me using my weakness and you think my vulnerability is losing all the books in the world, then you're wrong— however, obviously that'll be a devastating day and a cruel thing to do.
My only weakness are the animals. I'd kill myself before I could kill them. I don't like killing a less intellectual life being. It's not in my nature. We, humans, are given this mind, this power of knowing things, not to kill less intelligent life beings than us. We have this gift so that we could improve.

Anyway, so the first thing I did when I saw a cat meowing because it's crushed by a cabinet, I shrieked.

The first thing Luke did is ask, "how the hell did the cabinet fall down?"

I kneeled down and tried to pull up the cabinet. "Luke! Help me!"

He helped me right away and we succeded pulling up the cabinet which is made out of wood and luckily it doesn't have any glass pane.

"Are you okay?" I asked the cat worriedly, even though I know it can't talk back. I'd tried to touch the cat to give it first aid but I think if I touch it, I'll make the pain more worse.

It's a closed wound, I observed. "Do you have a triangular bandage?" I asked Luke.

"None, but I know where to get some." Said Luke.

"Get some first aid kit too!" I shouted when he left my side, heading towards the School Clinic— I mean, that's the only place where he could find some first aid kit.

I never really cared what courses I'll take. What I want to do when I grow up is always different every month — if I'm lucky, it's every year.

So every summer, I take summer camps of whichever profession I want in the end of the school year. I remember that I took Pet Care Camp when I was thirteen. I was really fond with animals, that a veterinarian as a profession lasted a whole school year. See? I'm perfectly capable of having a pet. It's not my fault my pets keep on dying.

In sessions, I was too busy taking notes to make friends, and I was too busy reading books, making my free time a worthwhile, even just to be acquainted with anyone at all. So I was kind of a loner introvert in any summer camps I've been.

Anyway, because I took Pet Care Camp, I know how to examine an injured animal.

"Here." Said Luke, handing me the first aid kit.
As I was giving first aid to my patient, I've noticed Luke pacing back and forth in front of me.

"Stop jittering!" I blunted out loud, annoyed with his actions.

"I'm sorry." He muttered quietly and stood still.

"...and I'm done!" I said, proud to myself.
I cannot believe that I still remember the procedures.

"How did you know what to do?"

"I used to be a vet when I was thirteen." I said with humor. "I went to Pet Care Camp, if you were still wondering." I added to assure him. He nodded as a quick reply.

"Just to point out, told you it was my pets' lives. That's why they were dying."

Luke ignored my statement. "Will he be okay?" He asked me, concerned with the cat's health.

"He's a she." I corrected him and sood up close with him.
"And yes, she'll be okay now." I added to soothe his worries.

He released a loud sigh that made me frown at him. "What?" Asked Luke with confusion.