Paige Turner tried to press a tissue to her furry face in a desperate attempt to dry the tears that had fallen. She slid a paw onto her mother’s pale form as she perched on the edge of the hospital bed.
A variety of machines beeped, providing proof that her mother remained alive…barely.
It had been days since she’d found her mother clinging to life under the Mexican ruins. And in those days, no real progress had been made. Instead, she’d sat vigil at her bedside as research had been performed on her condition.
Twilight Trance.
A magically induced coma of sorts that had no known mechanisms for reversal.
Paige shook her head at the idea. She hadn’t gone through all of this to watch her mother die in front of her.
Dewey fluttered into the room, a consoling expression on his teal features as he buzzed toward her. “Hey, Paige. You don’t look so good.”
“I don’t feel so good,” she said with a shake of her head.
He pressed his lips together. “Is it a hairball?”
She snapped her gaze to him with a sniffle. “No. It’s my mom. Not a hairball.”
“Well, I mean…sure, your mom isn’t doing so hot but we’re working on that. But that weird feeling in your gut could be a hairball. I mean…you are part cat now.”
She heaved a sigh, climbing to her oddly jointed cat-like back legs and pacing the floor at the foot of the bed. “Yes, I know. How is progress going on getting me back to being human Paige?”
