I sat on the bed as the doctor inspected my ribs.
Stitch has been deemed fine. He only hurt his paw from falling in the tub. I, however, agitated my healed injury and gained a new one. Nothing too serious though. Only a large bruise on my shoulder.
The entire time I was being cared for, my eyes never left Abaddon’s figure. Though his expression remained stoic, I could tell by how he was hiding his fidgeting hands in an arm-cross that he was nervous about the conversation that was bound to happen.
Axel stood with his back facing me and arms folded, guarding the bedroom door. Stitch sat at my feet, eyeing down both Abaddon and Axel, on guard. And each time I winced in pain at the doctor’s touch, his ears would twitch, and he would release a bone-chilling growl.
Between Stitch and Ab
