You made an exit from your car and headed toward your apartment. You were planning on going inside and watching some horror films, maybe pulling an all nighter, possibly drunk texting your ex at dark-thirty in the morning. Your life wasn't that exciting, what with the pay you got from your job. Your pay rate was at the middle ground; you never had any extra money leftover after paying for your home, and you had small amounts of morsels in your refridgerator. Not that your metabolism was very high, anyway, so it wasn't a problem to spare time away from lunch.. or breakfast.. or just not eat at all. Taxes have reportedly eased a bit lately, though, so you'll soon be given a little elbow room and if it stays like that you may be able to afford a better home in a few years.
Aside from money and food, your walk up the stairs to the second story follow a very peculiar sight resting at your front door. You see what looks like a wolf pup, covered in black fur with no other color to speak of. "Aww.." You find it adorable yet frightening and agitating that if you make a sound too loud or open the door you could get your face torn off in seconds. But soon you realize the pup is not well. "Hey, little guy.. you alright?" You kneel down to grab his haunches, when you realize they aren't haunches; they're human shoulders. "GuAaaaa.." You're almost nauseous as you kneel back down and study the canine further. "It's.. almost shaped exactly like a human.." You remember it's wound and realize it's not good for any creature to be naked and cut unconscious anywhere, really. "Don't worry, little guy, I'll help you.. gnh.." You pick up its relatively small body and realize it's about the size of a small child. "Wonder how he got all the way over here.." You open the door, walk in, and lay him down on the couch. "You're gonna be okay, little guy." Besides his worryable condition, you feel loving towards him, like he were one of your own.. a child of yours.
"Gah, what am I thinking? He's not human, he's..." You stare at him, and realize you won't be able to send him out again without him getting hurt again, or more likely dying. But why should you care about that? He's an anthro.. but.. you did bring him inside for a reason, right? It wouldn't be right to just pick him up and lay him outside. That's just weird. You figure, though, that he needs help with those wounds, so you open the closet next to your front door and pick up a first aid kit. "Not what he might need, but close enough.." you say quietly as you shut the door. You get some rubbing alcohol and start on the first wound, opening it, cleaning it, and then bandaging it.
You repeat the process over and over all over his body. You find that his left side is injured much more than the right side is, as though something attacked him on that side. It almost looks like glass lacerated it, but there are no visible shards anywhere. "He's still breathing, so that's good.." You check his pulse, and it feels weak, but he is sleeping after all, and there's not much you can do for him heart-wise.
Soon all of his wounds are disinfected and cleaned, but you figure you could do something about his nudity. "Hmm.." You remember you had your favorite shirt as a child in a keepsake box in your closet. You kept it there because you didn't want any risky insurance crisis to happen when your apartment burned down or flooded, so you dropped it last week, allowing you to buy a little more food for yourself and pay your rent on time.
You open the box, and brush away all kinds of things you remember from your childhood. Back then, humans and anthros were so much closer to eachother.. You had a best friend who was an anthro. You realize that they looked like the small wolf currently on your couch, and may be why you felt so close to him. But your friend was drafted to the military not long after his 18th birthday, and you never saw him again. You were 16 at the time and struggling in academics, so you weren't sure if he was killed or if he just had a long time to spend there. But when you moved after college, you saw the world was a very different place from back then..
You brush off the thought as you fish out your folded blue polo, made for someone about the size of the wolf on your couch. You search for a couple more minutes and discover a pair of tan khakis that you almost never changed when you were little, and you smiled at the thought of those days when you were a small child like him. You place the shirt and shorts next to the dark wolf, and then replace your keepsake chest into its place in the closet. You take a seat in the chair next to the couch, guessing you may become injured by your guest if you're too close when they wake up in someone's apartment. You switch on the television, watching sports for a couple of hours.
Eventually, you hear a groan coming from the couch, and guessing the wolf was near awake, you shut the television off. The sudden drop in volume caused the wolf to turn over to see what happened, and discovered very different surroundings. He yelped and stood up on the couch, before seemingly collapsing. You realize he's hurt his legs more than you thought.
"Please settle down, you're very hurt!" The wolf looks you in the eye, unsure whether or not to trust you. "Please, you need to settle down." You make sure to gesture and slow down your voice to signify what you're trying to say in any way. You weren't sure if he was able to speak or not, so you tried your best.
The wolf glares at you for a second more before slowly adjusting themselves into a dog sitting position on your couch. "Can you speak?" You ask moderately slowly. "Can you tell me your name?" The wolf..
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