Shattered

Chapter 8

As soon as the cat slept was as soon as she knew she was in trouble. She huddled closer to her new friend, but didn't get very far, but no one on the brink of death would either. She whined when the two came over, clenching her eyes shut as the man removed the top of the cage, reaching in and scooping her up. He picked her up by her slim stomach, a blanket or two still covering her as he did. She squirmed, but only for a moment before she grew too dizzy to go on. She just let it happen, panting heavily from her efforts.

The man made a hushing noise, trying to silence her small cries, adjusting her in his arms to were he held her bridal style, though slightly awkward for him, considering her tail tip curling around his wrist that held her legs.

Everything happened too fast for her to comprehend, they left the room, the lady trailing behind as she and the man spoke. Out of the room, down the hall, and then when she blinked and opened her eyes again, she was in the giant machine that transported them to another building. She felt like throwing up, and she probably would have if she had more than a couple of small licks to the soft meat her friend offered.

The women sat in the back with her, scratching her ear and whispered things the furry couldn't understand, but found soothing. She soon calmed, but her shaking didn't cease. The metal beast stopped occasionally, and she would panic for brief moments. But she got comfortable enough to relax, and fell asleep by the time they had arrived to their destination.

"Slave, do you know what that beast is?"

"What is that thing, sir?"

"Is it real...?"

"Master...? Is that a monster...?"

I was glad I got her in a carrier, with wheels and a long handle to drag it no less. But the problem is, the casing was just metal bars, allowing the others around me to gaze through them and see her. At least she wasn't awake to see them, I wouldn't know how she'd react to it.

So many people surrounded me, and so did their quiet words, and it made me a little irritated at how loud they were being about their quote on quote, "whispering". But I would have to deal with it. And the strange thing is, even though 'furries' have been being sold, for a FULL year, you would think more people knew about them by now. But apparently, most owners, masters, preferred people. Strange. Veronica led me to the back, grabbing a white coat once we got behind the receptionist desk that hung on the hooks by a room, only stopping to lead us into a different room. 109.

Nine. Such an unlucky number... Pity that it had to be an odd number. Veronica led me into the room and sat me down in a chair, the carrier following, and I let the carrier rest in front of me, the handle placed on my left knee.

Veronica clapped her hands after she washed them. "Let's get started." She grabbed gloves and slipped them on, gesturing for me to open the cage. I made a face. "Okay, I'll do it." Once she took a step closer to it, I stood, the handle dropping to the ground with a dull thud in the medium sized room.

"No, no." I shook my head and unlatched the hooks on the first side, or should I say the six altogether? I had to lean down into the cage to get her, but I could only grab her by her scruff. Which is the only way I managed to pull her out before wrapping my arms around her.

I was guided to the exam chair, which is where I set the cat. Girl. Thing. She whined when I set her down, having to slowly and carefully slide my arms out from under her failing body.

But as soon as I turned, and sat down, took a deep breath in to relax, I was called up.

"Ran, I got to go to surgery, I'll leave someone I trust in here to help out with the rest, alright?" I stared at Vicky with wide eyes, raised brows, and an open mouth, the perfect example of someone silently saying 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me?' after a moment when I saw that she meant it, I shook my head in disbelief. As soon as she left after our silent conversation and me calling after her to hurry on back, I was called out of the room by said nurse that was meant to be taking care of my new slave. I was handed paperwork, of course, and was told to wait outside for Kat's examination and physical. Yes. That would be what I would call her from now on. Kat.

For what felt like an hour of signing paper, a sudden bloody scream and clashing came from the room directly in front of me. Room 109. Fear surged through me as I threw down the paper and bolted in, fast enough to stop the nurse Vicky trusted from running away. I held tightly to her arms, adrenaline rushing.

"What happened?" I basically screamed at her. She shook her head, trying to hide her face and pull away, but when I felt something land on my hand, she looked up to meet my glare. Which quickly turned into a horrified one. "What...?"

There was a giant hole in her cheek, literally gushing blood onto her white uniform, dripping under her hand covering it and running down her arm in a steady stream of red. I shoved her away from me, further into the room. "Help in here!" I screamed, continuing to get her into a chair before her clumsy self could topple over and die. I heard a scream, and I hurried to the table, only to find it vacant. But a black bundle of fur was on the other side of the machine on the floor, one clawed hand holding onto the side as she writhed, trying to pull herself up. I rushed to her, of course. I tried to lift her, only for her to hiss and lash back out at me.

I quickly backed away, trying to see- her paw. Something was tied around her wrist and connecting it to the bed. I went to the counter in the room, pulling open the drawers before slamming them shut when I didn't find the scissors or blade I needed to undo the tie. Just as soon as I found it, people rushed in. Doctors, nurses, everyone came in as my pets screams and cries only grew louder from everyone surrounding her.

I was ushered out, but when I looked over, I saw the wire cutting into her wrist, severed from her skin. I was pushed again, and forced out of the room.

I was later informed her leg had been broken, landing wrong when she tumbled off of the table.

"Tumbled my ass! I want that nurse fired!" Even in the distance, I could hear her getting screamed at for allowing it to happen. Let alone causing it. I KNEW she was to blame, finding out later this hour after that she tied her wrist to the edge, having to slam the elbow down and forcing it straight when it wasn't meant to be. That damned nurse tore her muscle in her right arm completely.

This wasn't a good day.