>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...