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‘Just make the pain go away.’ Cricket thought to himself once again. He listened as Remla approached the dogs, making excuses of why Cricket should live. ‘Oh what is this, another way to punish me? Death isn’t enough?’ Cricket rolled his eyes to the nasty thought. He listened to her words about pain, and how there was no way to stop Lockjaw from completing his mission. The only explanation that Cricket could come up with was the fact that Remla herself would not stop him. Then the unexpected happened. Remla settled down next to him, and draped her head across him. Not to mention, it was in a motherly fashion. Cricket froze for a moment, giving no thoughts about anything as he let his emotions catch up with that was happening.

Pain gripped him as usual, but this time he ignored it, more or less because his body was growing numb. The way Remla rested next to him was more in a hovering manner, as she tried to show him her affections. Yes, as she rested beside him, pushing down on him pain swept across him, but it was forgiven. Strangely enough, Cricket did not hold these rash actions against her. This is what he had wanted all along. Love from his mother; the one he thought was dead. Only to find out weeks later, that she was really alive. But that was where Cricket crossed the line. She was forgiven for causing pain in his life ... but not for lying. Why had she lied? To be honest ... Cricket didn't want to know the answer. For as he felt now; it was because his own mother was ashamed of him. After all, Lockjaw was really just doing his job. Cricket was just another weakling in the herd of life!

He was forbiddingly lost in his thoughts, and didn’t know how to feel anymore. His world felt upside down, and he tried to vocalize a whimper to his feelings. But soon enough, he found that that was near impossible and only blood rose into his throat. A foul taste was left in his opened mouth, as he switched his eyes from Lockjaws feet, to the male’s muzzle. His focus went in and out, as he caught ever other word that the male was speaking. "It is - like - he will live. He - a great - blood - apply - amount - pressure - the blood. - heals, - may have - chance - living - becomes infected." None of the words that the male spoke, made any since to Cricket … All he gathered was the difference between life and death, didn‘t exist … they were equally painful.

Eyes dropping back to the ground, Cricket finally blacked out. A black sheet was placed over his eyes, as his world grew dark and cold. His eye-lids closed over his dead gaze stare, as he let out a heavy breath. Nearly sounding like a final breath. He was coming home. Where ever home was. Lockjaw spoke of taking him someplace safe, so Remla could properly treat him; and nurse him back to health. How that would end? Cricket didn’t know. Remla was taking her role as mother, but would she take it seriously? Was this just an act to make her look strong? So many questions filled into Cricket's frozen brain, just waiting to flow as soon as Cricket woke up again.

‘Can you hear me? I said; just make the pain go away! Please, someone just tell me this is all but a bad dream!’