First off, the feedback has been amazing. Thank you so much for more than five thousand reads and so many great comments. Sorry this chapter took so long, I've just been really sick for the past week and I've needed to prioritize school over writing. But chapter three is done! Hope you enjoy.
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The doctors said that considering the fact that she just got shot, Judy was doing pretty well. They figured she wouldn't take long wake up, but this was bad. What if she never woke up?
Under normal circumstances, Nick wouldn't worry about Judy. She was strong and would wake up soon enough. She would shake it off as if it was just a nap and go back to being Judy in no time. But this was different. They were faced with a problem that had never happened before, and they had no clue how to fix it. The idea of herbivores going savage has often been taken as a joke, so now that it's a real problem, they can't do much for Judy but wait and hope.
Seeing his love turn into such a thing was ripping him to pieces. The wild look in her eyes was something straight out of a horror movie. The way she fell down on all fours, arched her back and tilted her head as if she was the hunter was utterly terrifying. Her desire for blood and gore was indescribable. Seeing a tiger chained up was weird, but once Judy got hit by that gel, what Nick saw and felt couldn't truly be put into words.
At first, he was confused. A million questions flew around in his head. Was Judy dead? After all, she had just been shot in the head. But with what? By whom? From where? Why? Naturally, he rushed to her side to help her up, but she didn't move. He took a knee next to her and held his ear up to her chest to check for her pulse, but something unexpected happened. Nick was relieved to feel her slow, faint heart beat, but it quickly began to speed up. By the time he pulled his head up to look at his friend, the Judy he knew was gone.
She viciously jumped at him, landing on top of Nick and pinning him down. Nick instinctively reached up and grabbed her neck to keep her at a distance but the pressure was almost too much. He couldn't hold her forever. For what seemed like an eternity, he had to stare his best friend in the eye as she tried desperately to kill him.
"Judy!" He remembered screaming at the top of his lungs. "This isn't you! You can fight this!"
But Judy was gone. Judy was a bunny, and this creature in front of him was a predator. She continued to snap viciously at his face with her massive teeth, she waved her arms about in an attempt to scratch Nick, but he was just barely out of her reach.
Just as Nick started to give in and let go, Judy's body went limp. He dropped her beside him to see a tranquilizer dart impaled in her back. He quickly backed away, partially out of worry of still being in danger, but mostly out of terror. In front of him, at the other end of the room, stood the rest of his police unit. Judy, the sweetest, most honest animal in the whole world had tried to rip his throat out.
Once the other officers had cleared the building, the tiger was loaded into an armored van and sent off to a laboratory, as all savage predators were. But Judy had nowhere to go because no one knew how to take care of prey once they'd gone savage. So they sent her to a nearby hospital and restrained her to her bed. Usually, public hospitals weren't the best places to keep an injured officer, in case the attacker came back to finish the job. But the ZPD had placed guards out and about the building to make sure no one shady went in or out.
Now, Nick sat next to her. He petted her tied up paw, hoping she wouldn't wake up to be the creature he feared. His cue was the beat of the heart monitor. The slow, steady beeps of the machine brought him back to when he began to feel Judy's heart rate speed up. The stress of hearing that again, seeing Judy wake with that blood lust look on her face... No. He couldn't think about it.
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Zootopia Drabbles (Discontinued)
FanfictionFollow the lives of Officers Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps. A large compilation of my zootopia drabbles. Some are individual stories, others are in parts.