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Chapter 18 by Bookmite Bookmite

Does she enter?

She's here for a reason

"Calm down, Nihra," James cooed softly in the petit anthro's ear, holding her tightly as the Wild Cat clung to his chest, her arms pinned against him as Elizabeth prepared the third and final needle to draw blood from the three girls.

The two lionesses had been fine, Siena having gone first and having no problems with the needle going into the scruff of her neck, though she had grinned evilly at the two remaining felines afterwards, both immediately looking a little more nervous. Ana had refused to let the young Vet touch her until James had bopped her on the head and held her paws, comforting her as the needle went in. Unfortunately, just as Elizabeth had been pulling the needle out of the patch of skin, Ana had sneezed, causing her to get an extra prick from the needle, which stabbed lightly into her back, causing the lioness to yelp in pain. This had sent Nihra bolting form the room, only to have James come carrying her back in as she thrashed around in his arms, only relaxing slightly when he had sat her on his lap and began whispering things to her.

"...I love you..." Elizabeth shivered slightly as she caught a snatch of words, glancing sideways at the teen as she drew the feline's blood, watching as he gave a slight cringe of pain as she pulled the needle out. Elizabeth placed the blood in a specialized test tube, which she placed in a specialized box, turning to thank James and leave, her eyes going wide as she watched him nonchalantly scratch at the spreading blood stains on his shirt, rolling his shoulder as the obvious bite mark bled out.

"Are...are you okay?" she managed, shocked by his apparent neglect of the wounds.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. No, I'm fine, this kind of things happens all the time when the girls and I, uh...play." he said, shrugging off her concern as he turned away, his face going bright red.

"All the...HEY!" Elizabeth jumped forwards and grabbed the back of his shirt as he walked away from her, tripping over her own feet and clinging to the fabric as the piece of clothing ripped, "Oh my god...your back..."

"Oh for the love of..." James groaned, "Why does this shit always happen to me?!

How does Elizabeth handle this?

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