The next day, after a night of rest and treatment for Stella, she’s recovering well. Adrian gave her a shot of antibiotics and vitamins, and after some much-needed sleep, she’s all snuggled up on the bed with me. Last night was the soundest sleep I’ve had in ages. The lingering ache in my muscles has eased after our frantic escape yesterday, and my stomach isn’t trying to eat itself. All I need is a shower and some new clothes, and I’ll be a whole person again.
I awake to soft purring and the tickle of fur against my cheek. Aw. Stella is already up and about. I stroke her head gently.