If my cat dies, I would have to remain in this world forever. I wanted her to be safe because she was the only being I knew in this world. I did not even know where the border was so how could I leave this state for the next without her?
It took me less than half an hour to give up on praying as I ran out of the room into the carriage only to discover that it would be more difficult to wait without doing anything than pray.
I don't know how long it took as I sat down on the floor of the garage waiting for the return of my cat whose owner cowardly allowed her to go to dangerous place alone for my cat to return.
The garage door opened and my sport car drove into the garage. When it came to a stop, I could not close my mouth anymore at the sight of my car.
It had obviously passed through a war zone as I could see the dents bullets left on it as it was a bullet proof car.
I swallowed as I approached the car to see my cat on the driver's seat and I saw blood. I froze.
One of the reasons why I hated the sight of blood was because I once witnessed by mother bleeding.
I was only six years old but that memory stayed with me longer than I thought it would. I late understood as I got older that my mother was pregnant for a younger one and she had a miscarriage.
I hated the smell that filled the kitchen that day and the red color of blood on the once white tiles. I got so scared and called my father but he was too busy to pick so I had to call an ambulance.
I was so unsure of how to help and it traumatized me. It made me so scared that I would lose my cheerful mother. She survived and I can remember my father apologizing afterwards.
I hated the fear of ever losing a loved one and although I was as religious as my father, I always prayed that I would never have to witness anyone one I loved dying and I died before such thing ever happened again.
My cat who has been my only companion for the days I have spent here is bleeding and there is blood dying the once white leather seats of my cat to red color.
I opened the door when I unfroze to save her if possible. I still blame myself for trying over and over to call my father when I could have simply called the ambulance.
If the ambulance arrived earlier, then my mother would not be too lonely in my absence. She will have another child to console her.
I was not even aware of my cat's name. The eyes of my cat opened and met my gaze. She blinked.
She made no noise and I felt years sting my eyes. I reached towards her and she flinched so slightly but not unnoticeable.
I pressed my lips together to form a thin line. "What happened to you?" I asked her softly fearing that my voice might be too loud and disturbing to her.
She did not answer. She simply blinked her eyes and closed her eyes after a few seconds. I did not know how to get her to the hospital.
"Just take me inside," she whispered weakly.
"Oh," I replied sheepishly and lifted her weak body in my arms.
I saw a wound on her leg and when I got into the room, I carried the first aid box I saw when packing.
I was clumsy with it but I treated my cat with the confidence I had in myself and the fact that I was definitely going to become doctor on earth before my death.
My cat became my first patient. I know I made that narration sound I did a lot but the truth I did close to nothing.
The wound had been stitched very neatly and the bullet that passed through the flesh had been removed.
The person did all that but did not have the decency to bandage it up so that was what I did and shamelessly made it sound like I did something great.
Later when she woke up, I fed her and waited for her to tell me why the only work I had to do on one of her forelimbs was wrapping a bandage around it.
I should be happy rather than disappointed in what I treated my first patient with, right? Now, I must sound like a sadist.
Well, I also think so because I can remember that was one of the thoughts that filled my mind as stared at her bandaged leg.
"I received help," she told me. "I would have died but the person intervened and soon the federation got involved."
"Who is the person?" I asked confused by why someone will intervene to safe a cat.
I could swear that it was a huge blow to my newly developed ego as my cat's master.
"I am unable to believe who it was. I might have seen wrong," the cat replied.
"If you saw someone then you saw the person why do you think you saw wrong?" I asked hastily in need for the answer I was asking for.
"I saw wrong because why will the king safe the cat of the man he punished by getting sent to a place like this. That means I saw wrong," she replied me and I could see that she was sincere.
"So, in a summary, you were saved and treated by the king. Like the guy whose picture is on the wall of that room?" I asked as I pointed at the door of our armory.
"After kicking us out of the capital in the disgraceful manner he did, why will he help me. I think I saw wrong."
"Yes, I think you saw wrong," I agreed with her with a nod. "I hope you get strong enough for our journey."
"I am strong enough. We can't delay the journey anymore. I survived so there is no reason why we shouldn't go on with our plans?"