Catgirl Doctor Scene 1 Art

He stopped running.

There was a body lying underneath the bridge. He couldn’t tell from this distance, but the figure was small, possibly a child. What immediately struck him like a bolt of lightning was the fact that, whoever this person was, it looked like they were wearing rags.

Chris changed direction, racing toward the figure instead of his apartment. He slowed down when he arrived, unsure of what to do before approaching the figure slowly.

“Hey, um, are you okay?”

The figure didn’t respond.

As he got closer, Chris noticed several very distinct features on this person, namely, the pure white tail sticking out of what he now recognized as a threadbare blanket and the cat ears on their head. This person was a catgirl. She was lying on her stomach, eyes closed and mouth partially open. He glanced at her face, surrounded by threads of long white hair caked in mud. Her pale skin was smudged with dirt. Even so, he could see a dark bruise forming around her left eye and some scratches on her cheeks.

A chill entered his heart as something slowly closed around it like an icy fist. Kneeling before the girl, he reached out and pressed two fingers to her neck, which was more easily accessible than her wrist right now. Thump… thump thump… thump. Her pulse was very weak and her body was freezing cold. He didn’t know how long she’d been outside like this, or what had happened, but given her injuries and the temperature of her body, she was in danger of suffering hypothermia. Her body was losing heat faster than it could produce it.

Chris only spent a moment debating on what he should do. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his smartphone. In a situation like this, it was imperative to call Catgirl Rescue Services or the nearest Catgirl Hospital. However, when he tried to turn on his phone, he saw a large flashing symbol of a battery without power.

He cursed. Of all the times for his phone to run out of battery! Thinking about it, he had noticed this morning that his phone hadn’t been connected to the charger. He must have forgotten to charge it last night.

“No choice,” he muttered.

Chris turned the catgirl over. As her body rolled onto its back, the raggedy blanket fell away, revealing that she was naked underneath it. Chris felt his teeth grinding against each other as he saw how her ribcage was visible. Not only was she malnourished, but there were several bruises covering her body. He had no idea what had happened to her, but he was quick to create a theory that she’d run away from an extremely abusive home.

Acting with care, Chris took off his jacket and wrapped it around the girl, then wrapped the threadbare blanket around her. Next he slipped an arm underneath her legs and his other arm around her shoulders. As he stood to his feet, the girl’s legs swung back and forth. He glanced at them. Her feet were covered in scratches and cuts.

He closed his eyes. An overwhelming intense redness had coated his vision, and he needed to take several deep breaths to calm down. Once his emotions were settled, he left the sanctity of the bridge, traveled into the rain, and raced toward his apartment.

There were a lot of things he needed to do, but the first and most important one was to get back home.