Cat shifter reader au
The sick chapter, uhhh reader is referred to as "it" but its not meant to be dehumanizing, im just tryna keep it gender neutral
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You had caught the flu. And it sucked. Being sick as a cat was 100% harder, especially because the experiments ran on you left your immune system weaker than usual. Usually, you would hide beneath a dumpster and ride out the worst of it or hide in your tiny apartment that you barely lived in.
But now you couldn't do either. You were trapped within the house of the four men who had all but abducted you.
You'd been hiding beneath Soap's - or Johnny as "Ghost" called him - bed. He was, surprisingly, the least touchy with you. It was something you appreciated after living so long alone.
Johnny, Soap, whatever, had heard you sniffling late into the night and heard you heaving the next morning. When he couldn't coax you from beneath the bed for even water, he got concerned.
So he left the room to round up the others.
"I think the cat's sick."
"Can't we just take it to the vet?" John asked. "They can give meds for it, can't they?"
Ghost chimes in, "that wouldn't be an awful idea except-"
"It bites us every time we get too close," Gaz finishes, nodding. "What about using a towel to grab it?"
Soap sputters at that and it delves.
Meanwhile, you were almost crying beneath the bed. You were shifting rapidly from human to cat form because neither form could take the sickness. The rapid shifting sapped what little energy you had left.
You could hardly stop the soft, pained meow that left your throat. Every movement made your body ached and for once, you wanted to ride it out in your human form but you couldn't.
Not with the military men outside the door, still arguing about taking you to the vet or not. Who knew if they'd turn you into the government to be returned?
The thought made you shudder.
Finally, the arguing dies down, and the door opens. There's a shuffle of feet, but you're fading in and out of consciousness.
You hiss softly as you see several items get pushed underneath the bed. A cat bed, when did they get that?, and a bowl of water. Some soft cat-food soon followed.
Then Ghost gets on the floor and peers under the bed to look at you.
"You better get well, cat, you're worrying Johnny."
You growl but move to curl up on the softer cat bed. It was better than the cold floor.
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The next morning, you awake to being shuffled around. Someone was pulling on the cat bed, but you were far too fever addled to care. You should've.
Before you know it, Gaz is lifting you up and setting you on the bed.
You sneeze and look around blearily, something feels off.
You shifted back into your human form while asleep.
The shock of it makes you shift back and scramble towards the open window. Gaz isn't quite fast enough to stop you. Fear pushes you further.
But you're too sick to really go far, but you find a decent hiding place. You practically collapse into it as your consciousness is stolen from you.
