# Failure - Good Morning...

Author: JesusOfSuburbia
Tags: Clean, Fox, No-Yiff, Wolf

#2 of Failure

_Mmm... Please tell me I'm dead, and I'm in heaven. If I am, sorry about the comment, god._  
 

No, this wasn't heaven. And I'm pretty sure I'm not dead. If the cliche about dead people not being able to feel pain is true, then I'm alive, 'cause I'm fucking _miserable_ right now. My shoulder's burning, and I'm pretty sure if I wasn't covered in this accursed, filthy black fur, I'd be one big black and blue mark. Maybe a little purple, for character.

Wondering why I'm not scarred by the beating? I've taken worse. 'nough said.

Well, upon waking up, I could realize two things. One, I was in a bed. No doubt. Not the softest bed, but it sure as hell wasn't asphalt. Shame. I had grown to like asphalt. _Obviously._

After a few seconds, I finally coaxed my eyes to open, which didn't feel too good either. Did they shoot me in the head after all?

Doesn't feel like it. I looked at my burning shoulder as best as I could with my stiff neck. I had always been pretty flexible, and got a decent view... Of a bloodied bandage. Yeah, that's where I was shot. The blood seemed to be mostly from the upper curve. I guess it didn't go in, just grazed me. Well, grazed a few centimeters off me, maybe.

THe bed, I noticed, was all white. White sheets, and a white pillow. Reminded me of a hospital bed.

_Crap..._ I better not be in a hospital. I can't afford a bloody hospital bill. Hell, I couldn't afford my last dinner bill. And my last dinner was from a dumpster.

I sat up, and some of the blanket slid down, which is how I realized the second thing... I had no clothes.

Oooookay... I was naked, in a hospital I couldn't afford.

Can I go back to that alley?

After my mental rant, I decided to atleast get a 'lay of the land', so to speak. The room was small, maybe 10x7, with a ceiling around 8" above ground. A window was directly above the bed, shining sunlight onto the sheets. A small, whitewood door was across the bed and to the left. Not built like a hospital room. Bad architect?

I figured I might as well try to make my grand escape. I wasn't paying for this. I stood up, wrapping the blanket around my waist, and went for the window. Good news, it wasn't locked. Bad news, it wasn't the kind that opens. As I sat down, the door opened.

A fox stepped through, female, and god she was beautiful. Now I'm sure I'm dead, 'cause that's definitely an angel. She was wearing a fairly flattering white blouse, and a green skirt going just below her knees.

"Hello. My name is Cheryl. I'm so glad we found you in time... May you tell me your name?"

"Uh...." What can I say? I was speechless. She was pretty damn beautiful. If I had to guess, I'd say she was around 37. "I'm Dante. Dante Blackwell."

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