You were sure Allen was going to try to get his "cat" back. He was infuriated and possibly mentally unstable from the way he seemed to have acted on Marco. Yet Allen continued to back away with his arms in the air until he was fully outside your home and you could close your front door. Though he did manage to leave a threat as he departed.
"Boy, ya gonna regret this. The cops are gonna make you give me back my cat, or there'll be consequences. Ya hear me boy! Ya hear me!"
Not anymore, now that the door was shut and promptly locked. While you were slightly concerned Allen would try to break into your home, the more pressing issue was the state of Marco. You take the time to put your firearm back in its container before checking on Marco.
Marco was still lying on your bed when you entered the room. Expecting him to react, Marco instead stayed completely still. Then you remember that you told Marco to be quiet. Hoping he was just staying quiet willingly, and not due to being unable to react, you say the following.
"Marco, it's okay, I made Master leave. You don't need to be quiet."
Despite his apparent injuries, Marco appears to come to life at this statement.
"Oh... thank you... Savior..! You save... saved me..!"
"Not yet, you're still injured. Please, lie still, and let me look at you."
"Yes... anything for... Savior."
Ignoring Marco's decision to name you Savior, you look at his injuries again. After asking some simple health questions and carefully looking over his frail body, you can reasonably confirm that he isn't suffering from any life threatening internal bleeding. All the bruises, except for one, appear to be from earlier incidents ranging from months to a few days ago. The one exception is on his right shoulder. You decide to ask him how it happened, in case there is reason to be more concerned about it.
"Marco, how did this injury occur?" you ask while gesturing to his right shoulder.
"I... I... disappointed Master. So Master... punished me. Like he... he always... does."
"Marco, what exactly did he do?"
"Master... he... threw me... to the ground. I landed on... this shoulder."
"Then what?"
"That's when... I... ran away... to... to Savior!"
"How long ago was this?"
"Hours... like... three hours."
Knowing that you were right about Marco being physically abused, you decide to address the other concerning ailment Marco appears to be suffering from.
"Marco, you appear to be unusually short and thin, which are signs of long term malnutrition. Is this the case?"
"What's mal... malnu... malnutrition?"
"It's not being fed enough food. Being hungry all the time, to the point where it hurts."
"Then always. Master always... leave little... food for Marco. I'm always... hungry. Always... hurt."
"Then let me get you something to eat. Just wait right here, I'll only be a moment."
"Yes... anything for... Savior."
Heading out of the bedroom and entering the kitchen, you search for something to feed Marco. Being a black-footed cat anthro, he would eat similar things his animal counterpart would. While you didn't have any mice or birds, you figured the can of tuna would suffice, hopefully. You pop off the lid and come back to Marco.
"Here, Marco, eat this."
"Yes... anything for... Savior."
"Please, don't call me Savior."
Marco quickly dives into the can of tuna ravenously. Between bites, he is able to respond.
"Why?"
"Because that's not my name."
"Then... what's your... name?"
"It's...
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