- >You look down at Flicker, lying in your bed
- >her entire left side is being consumed by Rot, but it shouldn't be too much of a problem
- >the doctors already gave you some anti-growth medication and a hacksaw, to help keep the Rot under control
- >thankfully, it's only a basic case of Necrophilism
- >...whatever that is
- >"A-Anon, I'll be fine, r-right?"
- >she's shivering as a large, bony limb extends itself from her haunch
- "Yes, I'm sure of it."
- >you take the hacksaw and put it onto the base of the limb, gently sawing back and forth, cutting the unfeeling limb from the body
- >it tries to slap the saw out of your hands, but your grip is too strong, and soon her body is cleansed of the offending appendage
- >the Rot is spreading across her chest now, albeit slowly, turning her fur a dark colour
- >Flicker is softly crying now
- >"When will the doctors be here, Anon?"
- "Soon, Flick. Soon."
- >she cries out as another sinewy limb pierces her body, this time in her left foreleg
- >but your dedicated sawing keeps the disease in check
- >you sit there quietly as her body is wracked with pain
- >"A...Anon... I don't want to mutate..." she whispers
- "Don't worry, the doctors will be here soon..."
- >throughout the sleepless night, you sit, cutting when needed, and making sure her pills are taken
- >and despite the pain, she manages to sleep, tears staining the bedsheets
- >soon, she will get treatment
- >soon...
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