PA 3.5: End of a Tail

Chapter XIV Part I

There was a knock at the door. Ginger could at least recognize that, even in her broken state. She didn't move, not that she didn't want to, but she couldn't. Her previous injury, compounded with the sudden blood loss and shock, made her barely conscious at all. She was just barely able to move her head so that she didn't choke on a pillow.

"Ginger?! GINGER?!" Came from the door. It was Mitt, clearly enough, and they didn't sound like they were happy. Soon enough, the door's lock clicked as it was magically turned open, and the door was practically smashed open by Mitt barging through.

It didn't take long for the cat to find Ginger amongst the compact bedroom. She was laying down on the bed, much like she had been found earlier by the dalmatian. However, now she was face down, with her nape opened up, revealing a mangled set of nerves and spine.

"Ginger!" Mitt yelled again, running to the bloodhound's side and quickly stitching together her wound with a minor amount of magic, perfectly sealing it. They began to turn the dog over but stopped when she groaned in pain. "Oh thank Cat! Ginger, you're okay!"

Ginger could barely whisper. "C-Can't... mov-ve."

Mitt's eyes widened in realization. "No, you can move! You-" They gripped their brother's wand tight in their paw and let loose a yell of frustration. The cat quickly flipped Ginger onto her back, staining the blue blanket under her. Mitt grabbed her bridal style, trying to ignore the groans of pain from the bloodhound and the lack of any stiffness in her body. "We're going to the veterinarian's, just stay awake," they said in a panicked voice.

Ginger could only groan in response. Her head drooped down like a ragdoll, unable to support itself on cut muscles. She let loose a wet gurgling noise as her back flopped, and Mitt had to use every bit of their natural strength to carry the dog while also holding onto their wand.

Mitt twirled the black and white rod, suddenly disappearing in a gaudy display of intangible pink ribbons swirling and exploding from the wand as if it were a bouquet caught up in a small tornado. A moment later, Mitt and Ginger disappeared from the room.

When they re-appeared, Mitt gracefully touched the street outside before a gust of wind served to remind them of how underdressed they were in their Kemono Woods uniform. Within moments, Mitt was in front of the local dogtor's office. Without hesitation and brushing off the immense feelings of nausea washing over them, they ran into the sterilized, tiled waiting room and yelled for help.