The story of a boy, a fox, and a lot of fanservice...
Kevin Swift has the worst luck with women. It's not that he's unattractive or even unpopular. He just can't talk to them. He blames it on all of those shōnen love comedies that he enjoys watching...
After hauling ass back to Le Monte Apartments, Kevin dashed up the stairs, through the door, and burst into his bedroom. He didn't know how long the fox had before it bled out, but judging by the blood soaking his shirt, it wasn't long.
After placing the still unconscious fox on his bed, Kevin ran into his mom's bathroom, where all the medical supplies were kept. Crouching down, he opened the cabinet door and peered inside. There, he found the first aid kit sitting between a large bottle of Zzzquil and a box filled with various feminine products.
He grabbed the box and tore through the short hallway once more, into his room. Sitting on his bed, Kevin opened the first aid kit and made a quick inventory check. There was disinfectant, cotton balls, gauze, and bandages. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Good.
Quickly pulling out the supplies, Kevin got to work. He first grabbed a cotton ball and poured some disinfectant on it. Rolling the fox over onto its back revealed where Kevin guessed the injury was. He couldn't be sure because the entire area was covered in blood and grime, hiding any wound it might have from view.
The fox whimpered in pain as Kevin rubbed the ethanol covered cotton ball over its skin, killing off whatever harmful bacteria surrounded the wound. Being an alcohol based disinfectant, Kevin knew that it stung something fierce, and he was quick to apologize despite the fox not being awake to hear it. As the blood and grime was wiped away, Kevin finally caught a glimpse of the injury more clearly.
His stomach churned.
Its flesh had been torn apart. The edges were ragged and frayed, split apart to reveal pulsing pink muscles covered in carmine fluids. Kevin was reminded of when he'd been bitten by a grumpy old man's pitbull after trying to pet it. Its jaws had been strong, its teeth stronger still, and the flesh on his hand had been ripped ragged. He'd needed over half a dozen stitches to heal it.
That was the only time any animal had ever bitten him. He still had a memento from that time in the form of a white scar on both sides of his hand near his thumb, which stood out starkly against his light tan.
The longer he continued cleaning the wound, the more he realized just how horrible the injury truly was. It was more than just a ragged gash. Whatever had done this had actually torn into the fatty tissue and ripped apart its muscles. He didn't even know if stitching the wound shut would help save this fox, though even if it could, he didn't know how to sew wounds shut.
Not knowing what else to do, Kevin kept cleaning the wound until he felt it was good enough to bandage. He went through eight cotton balls to clean up all the blood and dirt. Truth be told, he had expected to need more.
It was right after he grabbed the bandages, but before he began wrapping the wound, that he caught sight of something startling out of his peripheral vision.
"What the heck...?"
He blinked several times, then rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. When he'd convinced himself that, no, he was not suffering from any kind of hallucination and that, yes, what he saw really was happening, his eyes widened. The wound was healing! Slowly but surely the large gash on the fox's torso was closing up. Small particles of what appeared to be light gathered around the wound. Muscles mended, the fatty tissue healed over, and skin slowly crawled across the damaged area, leaving behind perfect, unblemished skin in its wake.
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