You lay on a white blanket, watching Aaron plod around the white room. His furrowed brow raises at your side. His face full of horror, your voice calms him, "Aaron, I'm fine. They are going to bandage it later. It was worse while I was in the cave. It's okay, Aaron."

He still seems worried. Handsome dullard. "They have a medic here." You said, stifling the hoarse laugh that would have escaped had you forgotten your dry lungs and cracked ribs.

"Can you walk?" Aaron inquired. "I think so." You shoved your aching paws under your body and pushed, wincing, until you stood up. You slowly, carefully walked to the food bowls, and sat. You lapped up the meat and kibble in the bowl. Chicken. It had been years since you had tasted chicken. Your owner never fed it to you...

Aaron sat on the floor, on his back so he wouldn't scrape his wounded belly on the cement floor. You sat next to him and licked his wounds, and he cringed back a bit. You sat up, realizing that you had no need to keep the wound clean, as there was almost no dirt or crud here, and you would not need to open and bleed it, because Aaron already had lost blood. You stepped back.

Just as you settled down, Aaron growled from the corner of the room. "humans..." he snorted, and continued growling. "Aaron, trust them" I whispered, "they will help us. Why do you think they left food and water for us?" He trembled even as I spoke. What was going on with him? Aaron shivered as I watched the tranquility dart inject another dose of liquid into his jaw. Just as the door opened, confirming Aaron's suspicion, I blacked out as well. The last I thing I saw was the huge brown Divine being dragged out of the white room by humans. And blood trickling from Aaron's freshly reopened cuts.