I grew sick within the next few days. I couldn't sleep and I kept dry heaving. If there was anything in my stomach before, it would have been gone. I was cold and sweating. It hurt so much. My body was going into heat, and being melnurished (what is spelling even?) didn't go well with my body.

It was now that this person visited me again. He tried to get me to fallow him but I couldn't even move, talk, nothing. He sighed and roughly picked me up and put me in his lap as he sat on a chair that magically appeared. He held my head back opening my mouth he tried feeding me. I was starving but sick to my stomach, I refused.

He held me down shoving the bottle into my mouth and force fed me. I choked a bit but he kept me down and kept feeding me the milk.

I didn't like this man who stole me. I wanted Jerome. My mind was telling me to sniff everything. My stomach shifting again.

My eyes closed and my tail swayed and he rocked me to keep the food in my stomach. He didn't give me alot. I remember MJ only giving me small amounts of food when I haven't aten in a while to keep me from going into shock.

He wrapped a blanket around me and gave me something to hold. It felt familiar but I couldn't open my eyes to tell. My head went on it as I clutched it in my arms and fell asleep.

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I awoke the next morning groaning. My eyes opened to see the bacca plushi I had with MJ.

It still even smelled like him. I shoved my face into it and inhaled deeply. God I missed him.

The blanket I was wrapped in was wet around my groin, and that's when I knew.
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