A Fox's Love (American Kitsune Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Brandon Varnell
against the bloody gash, putting as much pressure on it as he dared without aggravating the injury further to keep it from bleeding out anymore than it already had. After that he used the bandages and wrapped them tightly around the fox's torso to keep the gauze pad in place in an effort to help stem the flow of blood.
Several times while he worked the fox whimpered or yelped as he was forced to turn it over or accidentally pressed on the gauze and bandages too hard. Each time this happened, Kevin would flinch as if he could feel the fox's pain, and he whispered apology after apology. After what felt like hours of some of the most heart stopping and stressful work of his life (but in truth was only around five minutes) the wound was dressed to the best of his abilities.
Leaning forward with a frown of concentration Kevin checked over his job of dressing the wound. It was a pretty good patch up for an amateur if he did say so himself. Several gauze pads were pressed securely against the fox's torso where the injury was, and the bandages were wound around its body tightly enough to keep the gauze in place, but not so tight that it constricted the fox's breathing. If nothing else, it didn't look like any blood was leaking out, so Kevin felt he was in the clear.
Of course, that could be just because the wound itself was healing at an astounding rate. Sure, it was still pretty slow in some ways, comparatively speaking, but it was far above and beyond anything he had ever seen in anything less than a video game or anime. In either event, the bandage job should keep the fox from dying of blood loss until its healing ability could finish the job.
He very briefly thought of calling a vet, or taking the fox to the veterinarian himself, but in the end decided against it. If that fox was some kind of government experiment, then he didn't want to let anybody know about its existence.
Especially because it was such a cute little thing. There was no way he would let something so adorable get sent off to the labs to be experimented upon. Not in this life, or the next.
Kevin could only imagine what would happen if the government found out he had one of their experiments. He could just picture them beating down his door, arresting him for harboring a government project and taking the fox back with them to continue committing their inhumane torture on it.
In case you haven't already figured it out, Kevin's got a very...vivid imagination.
Sighing, Kevin rose to his feet and left his room. There really wasn't much more he could do right now―it would be up to the fox's strange healing powers to do the rest―and this whole incident had taxed him far more than he had realized.
Kevin found himself walking into the living room. As was the case with most apartments, the living room was connected to the kitchen via an open entryway that changed from beige carpeting to white tiles to show the shift in rooms. There was not much to note about the room other than the couch sitting against the northern wall near the entrance and the large, 62 inch, flat screen TV that hung from on opposite end, complete with several gaming consoles and surround sound speakers. Between the two, but closer to the couch, was a glass coffee table and on either side of the television was a pair of tall, steel lamps.
Kevin went to the couch, collapsing on it with an exhausted exhalation of breath. Raising a hand to cover his face, he closed his eyes and felt himself slowly drift off. He would just get a couple minutes of shut eye before deciding what he should do next.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but it must have at least been a couple of hours. When he woke up and looked at the clock, he saw that it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Having been in such a panic when he arrived home, he had lost track of what time he'd gotten back and how long he'd been trying to bandage up the fox, so now he couldn't say how long he'd been sleeping.
A growl alerted him to
Several times while he worked the fox whimpered or yelped as he was forced to turn it over or accidentally pressed on the gauze and bandages too hard. Each time this happened, Kevin would flinch as if he could feel the fox's pain, and he whispered apology after apology. After what felt like hours of some of the most heart stopping and stressful work of his life (but in truth was only around five minutes) the wound was dressed to the best of his abilities.
Leaning forward with a frown of concentration Kevin checked over his job of dressing the wound. It was a pretty good patch up for an amateur if he did say so himself. Several gauze pads were pressed securely against the fox's torso where the injury was, and the bandages were wound around its body tightly enough to keep the gauze in place, but not so tight that it constricted the fox's breathing. If nothing else, it didn't look like any blood was leaking out, so Kevin felt he was in the clear.
Of course, that could be just because the wound itself was healing at an astounding rate. Sure, it was still pretty slow in some ways, comparatively speaking, but it was far above and beyond anything he had ever seen in anything less than a video game or anime. In either event, the bandage job should keep the fox from dying of blood loss until its healing ability could finish the job.
He very briefly thought of calling a vet, or taking the fox to the veterinarian himself, but in the end decided against it. If that fox was some kind of government experiment, then he didn't want to let anybody know about its existence.
Especially because it was such a cute little thing. There was no way he would let something so adorable get sent off to the labs to be experimented upon. Not in this life, or the next.
Kevin could only imagine what would happen if the government found out he had one of their experiments. He could just picture them beating down his door, arresting him for harboring a government project and taking the fox back with them to continue committing their inhumane torture on it.
In case you haven't already figured it out, Kevin's got a very...vivid imagination.
Sighing, Kevin rose to his feet and left his room. There really wasn't much more he could do right now―it would be up to the fox's strange healing powers to do the rest―and this whole incident had taxed him far more than he had realized.
Kevin found himself walking into the living room. As was the case with most apartments, the living room was connected to the kitchen via an open entryway that changed from beige carpeting to white tiles to show the shift in rooms. There was not much to note about the room other than the couch sitting against the northern wall near the entrance and the large, 62 inch, flat screen TV that hung from on opposite end, complete with several gaming consoles and surround sound speakers. Between the two, but closer to the couch, was a glass coffee table and on either side of the television was a pair of tall, steel lamps.
Kevin went to the couch, collapsing on it with an exhausted exhalation of breath. Raising a hand to cover his face, he closed his eyes and felt himself slowly drift off. He would just get a couple minutes of shut eye before deciding what he should do next.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but it must have at least been a couple of hours. When he woke up and looked at the clock, he saw that it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Having been in such a panic when he arrived home, he had lost track of what time he'd gotten back and how long he'd been trying to bandage up the fox, so now he couldn't say how long he'd been sleeping.
A growl alerted him to
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