A Paw Behind You

Peace Capsized

"Sky!"

The dimmed lights of the curtain-draped office was once shrouded in darkness for the next period of night time, only to be lit back up by a panic-stricken fox. And from his shout, an irritated lamb walked over, and quickly dashed away upon the sight of an unconscious white wolf on the ground unmoved and lifeless-like, most probably to the nearest phone she could desperately find.

For the anxious fox, seeing the unfolded scene, Aiden rushed down sliding on the wooden floor, and pulled the wolf out of the fallen chair, away from the room.. And really, from the ominous, suffocating smell he could sense, it was necessary. 

"Stay with me, Sky... wake up..." He dug a finger into the underside of Sky's right paw, slightly above the middle pad, desperately feeling for a pulse. And thankfully, there was one, weak , but there was at least sign of life.

And it stopped.

"SKY!"

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"What did she say?"

"It was... a yes, professor."

The moon had already hooked itself onto the town, shining its pale light around Wyerside's side of the hemisphere, and into Veligear High's laboratory windows. And inside, stood two familiar figures we have already seen a few times together (maybe not a lot, but at least once).

"Hm... alright then," the river otter answered after entering and exiting the backroom-doored storage room at the right side, behind the wooden dais, "If all things go smoothly, the operation should be able to move out as expected, especially without her presence around here..."

"Excuse me, but I have some... underlying questions about this operation we are doing." The hip-held wolf became skeptical, which grabbed contact from the two coal eyes of the desk-wiping Professor, "Shouldn't it be better presented as an ultimatum choice for her? Don't we have any other alternative methods?"

"I wish, Noah, I have wished we never had to use this plan of action, but desperate times call for desperate measure," She washed off some test tubes at the near-left sink of the desk, "You understand that, right?"

"Y-Yes, I can understand that deduction," Noah cleared his throat while shoving his pawns into his grayish-black, flat front pants pockets, "Now, if you may excuse me."

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"My head..."

When I woke up, a decapitating headache radiated in wave-like pulses, before it spread around my body without a pause from it.

"..." My vision was still utterly tangled in foggy messes, but I could see a blinding white ceiling light above me. Although I could barely feel anything, i know I was laying down on some soft surface with my upper body raised up in an angle.

"S-Sky! You're awake!"

Of course, if my aching body wasn't already splitting me and rendering me useless, why not break my back to incapacitate me permanently?

And goodness... how long was I out? What time was it? What was the day? My mind was just... totaled to heck. But most importantly, who the heck's hugging me to death!?

Worse yet, I can't say anything from my stuck-feeling voice box. Only when I started wheezing and getting audibly breathless, did the heavy figure got off and released me from the death grasp (although they were still, literally, sitting above my abdomen, but at least I could still stay alive).

"I was... was so worried," the scramble-sounding voice said stuffily, along with tight hug, although not the death grasp this time.

From the up-close embrace, I could see... orange-whitish fur? I couldn't really remember much, nor see clearly. I was practically fried from whatever had happened before that.