Lost Kitten (SexyXWolf)

[SexyLover]

THe disease had started to effect the Cat people only two weeks ago, it has been nicknamed InvCV (Invaseive Cat Virius) And it started with mild vomiting and a weak body, then the mild fever and foggu memory. Next was changing of iris color (normally red sometimes black) and complete over heating. The last stage was imbilized body, the need to sleep, ant the body shutting down. Millions of Cats have found their end in the middle of streets, parks, homes, cars, and other odd places.

It was a mild day but yet a girl leaned in the shade of a thick tree in the middle of a barely populated park, her short bland hair plastered to her head and her clothes sticking to every curve. The white tail and ears dropped and didn't move. The puffing sound of her breath and the milky porcelain of her skin told anyone who wanted to look that she was in the second to last stage of the mysterious sickness spreading through the Cat people population. Levi Opened her big normally gold green eyes to reveal a read iris. Mewing pitifully she wished for death as it would be better then the extreme heat she felt.

A breeze briefly played at her making her shiver happily until it danced away leaving her alone, mewing in earnest hoping to be rescued but not having the power to speak she started to shake, her body was going to shut down soon. She couldn't stand or even crawl, the sound of foot falls made her try and work harder but her voice didn't raise much and she could only hope as tears brimmed her eyes that somebody could help her even if it meant just killing her.

 

[Wolf]

Hiko hurried to turn off the boiling water in his sprawling flat. He reached for the handle of the kettle, but then had to pull back when it burned him. "Ow!" he exclaimed, taking the kettle off with a mitt instead and pouring his tea. He put a tea ball in to steep and sat down at the paper-strewn kitchen table. Hiko was a flustered-looking man in his mid to late twenties. Dark marks under his eyes indicated that he hadn't been sleeping much lately. He wore a wrinkled white dress shirt with a black skinny tie, although the tie was so loose around his neck that he might as well have not been wearing it. The only neat thing about him were his pressed black pants, which were only so crisp because he'd told himself he needed a moment to decompress and when he was stressed, he ironed. He didn't know why, but it relaxed him to press the wrinkles out of his clothes.

Just as he had decided the tea had steeped long enough, a ping from his computer let him know that the program he had run was complete. He put his tea down presently and hurried over to his computer, sliding the last few feet in his socks across the polished mahogany floor. He fell into the gnarled desk chair and ran his fingers through his unkempt black hair. He reached for his glasses, but couldn't find them. His impatience got the best of him and he began clicking through window and window of alignments and graphs. He flipped through his lab notebook, scribbling numbers and thoughts as he examined the latest scan. This was the latest and possibly the greatest of his analyses of InvCV. The virus affecting H.Feles, or "Cat People" more colloquially, had swept the sub-species population like the black plague had the human population, and Hiko was determined to stop it. Finally, a digital representation, consisting of spirals and arrows popped up on the screen. Hiko squinted at it. "No..." he trailed off. His far-fetched reasoning was finally made probable before his eyes. The portion of the protein he was looking at was from InvCV. This final piece of information confirmed that the virus that caused InvCV could bind to a human cell, triggering a change that would then allow it to become virulent to the cat people. In other words, the virus was harmless until it entered a human, changed, and then was passed on to a cat. Once the cat person got it from a human, it would be able to wreak havoc in their system. What's more, Hiko was sure that if he could block this protein from binding to human cells in the first place, it would solve everything. What's more, if he could disrupt the function of that protein, it would stop being virulent inside already infected patients.

He pushed his chair back and tightened his tie as he searched for shoes. He covered his face with an industry-grade mask and put on nitrile gloves as he entered the only portion of his house that was neat: his lab. He reached into the -20 freezer and selected a specialized protease labeled D-67. He slid the small vial into his pocket to thaw and hurried out the door. He walked at a brisk pace, muttering numbers and letters under his breath to himself as he searched for a cat person to test this on. Normally he wouldn't try to solicit a patient at random, but he figured that the worst he could do was give them something that would kill them and if he didn't do anything, they were going to die anyway. It would probably be a lot quicker of a death if he messed something up with his hypotheses anyway. Everywhere the sweltering heat did no good to the feline forms laid out over railings, collapsed inside of cars or wandering the streets. He had to find a patient that was obviously, not dead yet and also not delusional, so he could obtain legal consent from them. He wished there were some way he could test this treatment in the lab, but the virus had to be stopped in vivo.

Then he spotted her, a young catgirl sitting under a tree in the park a block or two away from his flat. He hurried across the street, shouting obscenities back at the driver who honked and swore at him. He knelt down by her, waving is hand and shining a pocket light in her eyes to see if she was responsive. "Hello?" he muttered. "Can you hear me?"

He made sure his mask was tight over his face. It wasn't that he was scared of being infected. InvCV didn't affect humans. However, with his new knowledge, he knew that he could potentially make her and others a lot more sick if he became a carrier for the disease. He could make it deadly whether he wanted to or not.

He propped her up more against the tree. "I want to help you. Will you let me?"

 

[SexyLover]

Concentrating on his voice Levi got her ears to flick just barly but the pleading look in her eyes would be enough to let him know she was responsive. Her body was on the last stage and she scrunched her face slightly as she worked hard to get a simple noise out of her voice and a barly audiable help left her lips. Relaxing once she was able to get out the word she looked at the sun and realized that when she sat down in the early morning many hours had passed without her noticing. She was going to die, and Levi started rambaling prayers in her head as she waited for the human male to either kill her or leave her alone. She just wanted peace from the burning sensation she was feeling, the foggyness she new was from the sickness, and the leathel nonmovement she felt. Death would be kinder then this and she prayed for it. Her red eyes flickered shut as she felt her heart miss a beat, her longs werent working properly. It wouldnt be long now she thought.

The breeze tickled her face and she could hear the fait rining of it in her hears, her senses were starting to fail. Forcing her lips to move she mouthed "Im dying, I can barly hear. At least death wont hurt." She then forced a tiny, useless smile on her face making her look like a sleeping angel.

 

[Wolf]

Hiko held her eye open. The pupil got smaller as he shined the flashlight into it. She was so far along, he wondered if she was a lost cause. His expertise was in the lab, not the clinic. He knew she might not be able to make it, and it was probably better to find a different subject for his test, but he had the compassion in him that had long since been weathered out of his colleagues in the clinical branch of the sciences. He decided that her weak, tangential responses would have to suffice as consent. He huffed darkly to himself, wondering if that same mentality went through the minds of soon-to-be rapists. But no, this was different. He was trying to save her life, not hurt her. He looked around, but there was nobody around to help him. He slid his arm under her legs and then slung her arm around his neck. He hoisted her into his arms, surprised by how light she was. The illness had ravaged her body and left her slight and wasted away, a shade of what she must have formerly been. He had to get her back to the lab.

Hiko took off at a brisk walk back toward his home. His company's lab would be better equipped for a treatment like this, but he didn't have the time to get back there. Rather, she didn't have that time. Gauging from her vitals and her shallow breath, she wasn't more than a few hours away from death. Her body felt remarkably hot against his, even in the sauna-like heat of this their city. He started moving even faster, realizing that she was a light enough burden to bear. This scene, he was sure, wasn't unfamiliar to the residents here. Someone barreling through the streets with a sick or dying cat person in their arms. It wasn't like the hospitals could do much for them, but at least they could ease their passing. "Hey, stay with me okay?" Hiko muttered, really hoping he wasn't carrying her back to his lab only to arrive with a catgirl's corpse instead of a living, breathing creature. He fumbled to open the metal grated entrance to his complex and then hurried up the two flights of stairs to his floor. He opened his door and laid her unceremoniously down on the couch. He took the vial of now-liquid D-67 from his pocket and set it on the counter near his computer. He threw open his fridge and began scooping ice into plastic bag, ziplock containers and whatever else he could use. He lifted her head and set a bag of ice under the back of her neck. He also parted her legs and set an ice bag between her thighs and then covered her forehead and chest with ice bags too. He knew from his limited clinical training that the best bet was to place ice in spots where the most blood flowed. Her femoral arteries in her crotch, her heart and lungs, and her head were bound to have lots of blood coursing through them.

"There." he said "Hopefully that will cool you down for a minute or two. I'm going to prep a syringe." he told her. He fumbled with the remote and turned on the TV. "Pay attention to it okay?" he said. "Don't close your eyes and don't stop listening to the TV" he instructed. He had to keep her conscious.

Hiko hurried to wash his hands, arms and face and then put gloves on before entering his lab, kept from the rest of the flat by a double door and a makeshift decontaminating chamber. He searched quickly for a syringe. His eyes had grown hard and determined and he thought with a cool, collecting deliberateness. He couldn't find any kind of syringe in his lab. Of course, why would he have a syringe? He was a biochemist. He growled in frustration, but hurried out of the lab and into his bedroom. In the pocket of the jeans he'd worn yesterday was his EpiPen. Hiko was suspected to be allergic to bee stings, but he'd never had to use the EpiPen. He ran back into the other room, shaking the catgirl to make sure she was awake. "Keep watching!" he said sternly. He went into the kitchen and in 5 minutes he'd figured out how to get into the chamber that would hold the liquid. He carefully emptied it and filled it with the D-67 protease.

Making sure there were no air bubbles, Hiko leaned down and pushed the needle into the catgirl's arm, letting the protease flow into her veins. He pulled it out and found a bandage in his bathroom to cover her arm with. He tossed the EpiPen onto the coffee table and exhaled heavily. He also went to his medicine cabinet and helped her drink down a dose of fever medicine. He wasn't about to lose her to her overheating body if the protease was actually working. He sat down on the couch at her feet and committed himself to keeping her awake and responsive. Now all that was left to do was wait and hope that he wasn't too late, and that D-67 really would debilitate the virus that was quickly attacking her system. "So what's your name?" he asked.