Healing Catt

Mz.Hyde: *Mz. Hyde sighs.* I know Catt. But I just don't want anyone getting hurt. Don't worry, I'll bring her food and there's the bathroom in there... she'll be fine once she...calms down. * She leads Catt down to the infirmary.* Here, before we go to the hospital, let's patch up your knuckles.

Catt Hatter:  Ok-ay. * She said, taking a seat on one of the nearer beds.* But wh-at a-re we going to s-ay? "This girl just got shot in the he-ad, a-nd she's alive now, but could you give her a look over a-ny w-ay?"

Mz.Hyde: It'll be shocking yes, but you're not the first one. Back in America, a guy got a railroad pike shot through his brain and survived. Heck, he was even conscious when they got him to the hospital!

Catt Hatter:  But there's no wound. *Catt pointed out, lifting her bangs. Sure enough the skin was smooth and hole-free. There wasn't even the trace of a scar, nothing besides the drying blood to even indicate she had ever been shot.*

Mz.Hyde: *Mz. Hyde starts bandaging one of Catt's hands.* I don't know Catt...you just... don't sound right.

Catt Hatter:  Oh, I didn't know I could sound left. *Catt joked, looking to brighten her friend's mood. Mz. Hyde's gentle hands felt nice as they wrapped the bandages. She liked being taken care off like this, it felt warm and safe. Like a big cozy blanket fresh out of the dryer. She sighed happily.*

Mz.Hyde: *After a few minutes, Mz. Hyde finishes wrapping Catt's hands.* Does that feel better?

Catt Hatter: Ye-ah. But I re-ally don't want to go to the hospital. *She closed her eyes.* Please don't m-ake me...

Mz.Hyde: I don't want to take you to the hospital either, but I just want to make sure you're okay.

Catt Hatter:  I won't go. *She said, curling into a ball and shaking her head.* I'm not getting poked a-nd prodded in uncomfort-able places!

Mz.Hyde: But Hen's at the hospital! Maybe he can help!

Catt Hatter: I a-in't goin! My clothes st-ay on! *She buried her face in her knees.* Mz.Hyde: Don't you trust Hen?

Catt Hatter:  I don't c-are who it is, I'm keeping my clothes on. *Catt pouted from inside her ball.*

Mz.Hyde: But we're not going for your body, we're going for your head!

Catt Hatter: Promise? *Catt asked, peeking out over her knees.*

Mz.Hyde: I promise.

Catt Hatter:  Ok-ay...*Catt uncurled her legs, setting her feet back on the floor.* C-an we get my h-att before we go?

Mz.Hyde: Here. I got it as we were leaving. * She puts the hat on Catt's head.*

Catt Hatter:  Thank you. * Catt softly smiled, feeling better already.*

Mz.Hyde: *She smiles and puts her hand in Catt's, and leads her out.*

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