Starving

By the time I finally got back she was awake... and stretching. She's been asking to leave for the past few weeks and I've been forcing her to do more training than anything and honestly... Trying to make sure she kept healthy.. yeah her attitudes picked up on a more happier scale and honestly. It makes me feel better. I'm suprised she hasn't tried to leave on her own and has been asking.. does she like it here? No.. impossible.. I mean... The hitting has died down and she's more willing to obey me.. "!! GcK!" Pain filled my gut... I got distracted. I look to find a Calypso... Whimpering... Mumbling something under her breath. The knife pulls down starting to tear me open

I quickly kick Calypso off and all that echoed throughout the room was "I-im sorry!" Before she hit the back of the couch and went limp. I stumble a bit before limping... Or more like ... Stumbling.. I hate to admit it.. over to the kitchen and quickly grabbed the med pack I made exclusively for her. Pulling out the bandages and taking off my shirt wrapping the wound and tightening the bandages to cut off the blood. Yeah my breathing was shortened but.. I'll live.

I walk over to see her barely getting up, I watch her cough... Coughing and wheezing terribly... Something shifts in her throat and a hug ass worm big thing slips from her lips. She wheezed and the worm wiggled a bit. I used the knife.and threw it into the worm.. That would explain why she was acting the way she has been. It squirmed and cried out whilst covered in blood I walk over and grab it as it started thrashing and I took it outside and chucked it. It stopped moving upon impact of the wood. Oxygen kills them so it's good enough out there. With the pure oxygen.

I turn around and Calypso's wheezing and trueing to catch her breath. The door slams shut as I walk back over and help her up. "C'mon.. we gotta purify it" she scoffed and struggled in my grip and started to cry out "M-MOCHA!!" I picked her up bridally and started petting her ears "M-nghhh~M-moCha!" Her breath hitched as she squirmed more. "s- St- hnngh~- n-no- hhhNg-" slowly she started puring giving in as she finally succumbed, letting me heal her. She kept quiet as I took off her shirt and turned her around and grabbed the large sized cut and opened it slightly and made sure nothing was in there, I'd let her tail to distract her every few minutes to make sure she didn't snap at me.

Soon I was sewing the cut and putting a soft paste over it. Helping keep it completely heal faster. I pulled her.off the counter and she stood up crossing her arms and tail swaying angrily, she pouted looking away. "Arms up dearie." I watched as she hesitantly put her arms up and I slipped her shirt on her. "Be careful.. alright? She put her arms down and nodded "yes sir.." I gave a light smile "What'd you eat that tasted rather... Funky?" She nudged her shoulder to the side "The macaroni you left in the fridge. Why.?" I scoffed.. clearly confused

"What.. macaroni?" She looked to me dismayed "The weird shaped macaroni. The-" she froze... Realizing that wasnt. Macaroni. "I-it w-wasnt-" I shook my head "That wasn't macaroni..." She gagged and suddenly hurried to the toilet nearly instantly puking into it. Me being kinda life I pulled back her hair and put it into a pony tail, keeping it out of her face.

I walked off and to the fridge. Reluctantly opening it I turned to find an entire best of gut crawlers. I nearly puked myself but slammed the door shut and locked it. "no.. no more food tonight..." I walked to the bathroom to check up on her and to make sure she was okay anyway. She was still puking up her guts... Disgusting.. I mean.. it's easier to get rid of them that way than killing the person... A-and I could never bring myself to do that... Especially her. NO- STOP. YOU DONT CATCH FEELINGS YOU IDIOT! My hand hit the side of my head and I shut the bathroom door. Wandering a bit to find something I found mocha. She was that something. I picked up the little creature and smiled "Cece's been looking for you?." Mochas eyes lit up "R-REALLY!!?" I nodded and the little spawn fluttered from my hands "Where is she?!"

"In the bathroom.."

"Why?"

"She accidentally ate a gut crawler thinking it was macaroni."

Mocha looked like she was gonna hurl.

"s-seriously?!"

I nodded

"Yeah.. and you were too busy asleep to realize such thing"

Mocha whined and fell to the ground feeling pitiful and bad for her mistake and actions.

"T^T She's dieing nowwwww"

I shrugged "Her insides hurt but otherwise she'll be fine"

Mocha looked up at me and I gave her a reassuring nod.

"Help me out and clean the fridge out? I'll make ya some tea and maybe a pb'j afterwards"

Mochas eyes widened."YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE A PB'J?!" I sudden burst of laughter errupted from me. I don't know what. Not sure if it was he stupidity or just out of random but It lasted for a bit. By the time I was done my lungs had felt crushed and mocha was confused as hell. But in the end of that scenario we started cleaning out the fridge.and felt with everything.. properly. Alot of convincing had to be done in order to help her realize, it wasn't macaroni. Apparently they couldn't see the Gut crawlers real form due to toxins it was giving off resulting in hypnosis.

I helped Calypso out of the bathroom and helped get her some real food and honestly made her feel way better. She soon had to go to sleep though. Since I mad to drug her food. Again. To get her to get a good night's rest.

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Otherwise? It was a good day