The girl smoothed her hand over the dog's head once more, and the dog closed his eyes and tried not to think about how his back leg hurt. But then the pain blossomed into agony, and the dog realized the girl was doing something with the cloth to his back leg. He yelped and tried to get away, but her other hand was firm on his side now, holding him down, and the dog could not get away.
The dog tried to understand why the girl was hurting him. He had saved the girl from the dead-things, and he had followed her all the way with his leg hurting and now she was hurting him more. The dog went on yelping, and he heard the girl saying soft and soothing words, but the pain was everything, and the dog wanted it to stop.
Then the girl took her hand away, but the burning in the dog's leg remained. Then the dog smelled something strange and he saw that the girl was opening the tube with one hand and he knew that the smell must be coming from the tube. The girl brought the tube over the place where the dog's leg hurt, and she squeezed out a stream of white cream that felt cold and squishy where it touched the dog's leg. The girl put down the tube, reached out with her hand and rubbed the cream into the dog's leg. The cream did not hurt like the cloth did, but the dog did not like the smell, and he did not like the way it felt on his fur.
After she was done with the cream the girl kept her hand on the dog's side and stroked his ears, and the dog thought his leg felt a little better. After a while, the girl wrapped his leg in some kind of stretchy cloth, and the dog licked at the bandage, but it did not move, and he could still feel the cream against his fur.
But the bandage and the cream made his leg feel better, so he got up and licked the girl's hand so she would know the he forgave her for hurting him. The girl ruffled the dog's ears one last time and then stood up. The shovel from the basement was sitting in the corner of the room, and the girl took and went out into the kitchen with it. The dog saw that she was careful not to look at the dead dead-thing on the floor. She went toward a door across from the one that led down into the dark place, and when she opened it the dog could smell fresh air coming in with a hint of the smell of the dead-things on the wind. He followed her out the door, and into the yard. It felt funny to walk with the stretchy cloth on his leg, but he was glad that his leg did not hurt so much anymore.
The girl went out to a spot in the middle of the yard, and pushed the point of the shovel into the ground with her foot. She took one clod of dirt after another and started putting them in a pile. The dog went over to the place where she was digging and helped her dig in the dirt with his paws.
The dog tried to understand why the girl was hurting him. He had saved the girl from the dead-things, and he had followed her all the way with his leg hurting and now she was hurting him more. The dog went on yelping, and he heard the girl saying soft and soothing words, but the pain was everything, and the dog wanted it to stop.
Then the girl took her hand away, but the burning in the dog's leg remained. Then the dog smelled something strange and he saw that the girl was opening the tube with one hand and he knew that the smell must be coming from the tube. The girl brought the tube over the place where the dog's leg hurt, and she squeezed out a stream of white cream that felt cold and squishy where it touched the dog's leg. The girl put down the tube, reached out with her hand and rubbed the cream into the dog's leg. The cream did not hurt like the cloth did, but the dog did not like the smell, and he did not like the way it felt on his fur.
After she was done with the cream the girl kept her hand on the dog's side and stroked his ears, and the dog thought his leg felt a little better. After a while, the girl wrapped his leg in some kind of stretchy cloth, and the dog licked at the bandage, but it did not move, and he could still feel the cream against his fur.
But the bandage and the cream made his leg feel better, so he got up and licked the girl's hand so she would know the he forgave her for hurting him. The girl ruffled the dog's ears one last time and then stood up. The shovel from the basement was sitting in the corner of the room, and the girl took and went out into the kitchen with it. The dog saw that she was careful not to look at the dead dead-thing on the floor. She went toward a door across from the one that led down into the dark place, and when she opened it the dog could smell fresh air coming in with a hint of the smell of the dead-things on the wind. He followed her out the door, and into the yard. It felt funny to walk with the stretchy cloth on his leg, but he was glad that his leg did not hurt so much anymore.
The girl went out to a spot in the middle of the yard, and pushed the point of the shovel into the ground with her foot. She took one clod of dirt after another and started putting them in a pile. The dog went over to the place where she was digging and helped her dig in the dirt with his paws.
