#17.
>you'd hoped to find some respite at Blitzo's apartment, but so far it eluded you
>from the swear-laden tirade from Blitzo on the phone to the way your skin burned like fire
>you fought off the last of the tranquilizer, didnt you?
>why did you feel so tired?
>your claws raked underneath your fur, trying to get rid of each tingle and sting as it began, but two more always rose in its place
>even a few times you found your foot scratching your ear, which would be a marvel of flexibility if you didn't feel so exhausted
>so you laid on your belly, your ears flicking to the various amplified sounds across the apartment inbetween Blitzo's yelling
>"Dude, come oooon, its been like an hoouur...." you moaned, too worn out to keep up the charade in full
>the itching, the past few days, the entire situation really had reached a head and given you a weariness not even sleep could fix
>now you just wanted out, wishing you could just wake up...
>back in your own bed...
>in your own life...
>no dog tits...
>no murders...
>no red detroit...
>"Just a sec, Loonie, this TWAT needs to learn what a goddamn deductable is before I deduct her ovaries from--" Blitzo cut off, eyeing you, "you uh, you don't look so hot..."
>"I feel hot," you replied, unable to even roll over onto your back, "like a hot steaming pile of shiiiit."
>Blitzo turned back to his phone, "I'll call you fuckers back, you jack my rates up while I'm gone I'll FUCKING tie your tubes myself, YOU GOT THAT?!"
>once he'd ended the call, he stepped over and felt your forehead, before tugging your eyelid up
>"What the hell, man"
>followed by the opening of your snout
>"Say 'ahh'!"
>"Waaaaaaaaagh"
>he released your jaw, furrowing his brow as he ran over the possibilities
>you didn't care, your eyes were barely open
