Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32463050-20170719023704/@comment-29325824-20180909075520

An 8ft ripped Hellhound in need of my help!? Damn, You know what works for me.

As I simultaniously curse and bless my luck, I decide I can't leave someone to their fate like that. Regardless if she's, well, that. So, with great effort, I lift the massive amazonian beauty by the shoulders and drag her to my house. After I lie her down on the couch, I contemplate calling a hospital before deciding she needs treatment first.

I proceed to disinfect the bite wound and pull what looks like a fang out of it, however she wakes up for a brief moment. As we make eye contact I'm temporarily paralyzed by fear, before she starts tearing up and whispers "thank you", after which she falls unconscious again. After some time of treating her, it starts getting late and I get tired. I write a note and place it next to her, put a blanket over her, and leave some heated up leftovers next to her. I then proceed to sit in a sofa looking over her, but instantly fall asleep like a log.

The next morning, however, I wake up not alone in my bed. Rather, the Hellhound has somehow very silently and carefully carried me to my room, crawled under my sheets, and proceed to fall asleep while gently yet firmly hugging me like a teddy bear. As she's still very fast asleep, I decide to leave her for now. Hey, things could be a lot worse.