Two Weeks Later...

"Sir, you have a visitor," a nurse spoke kindly to Octo, peering around the door. The pretty little Yorkshire terrier then opened it a little more to reveal a gray tabby in a spring green dress. She was carrying some flowers. Letting the cat into the hospital room, the nurse shut the door.

"How are you feeling today Octo?" Chloe asked, placing the flowers she had brought along with her in a beautiful glass vase. Sitting up a little in his bed, Octo grimaced a bit in pain as he answered, "Tired and I feel like someone cut off my arms and legs."

"Well, you're not exactly wrong on that part," Chloe remarked. Though the greyhound was covered by a blanket, she could see some bandages wrapped around Octo's chest. No doubt that they went down towards his stomach. The tentacles were no longer there too. Smiling softly, Octo mumbled, "Yep, and I don't regret this at all." Looking up at Chloe, he whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Try to get some sleep now, okay? I'll be back soon," Chloe promised. Waving goodbye to Octo, she left just as he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. Looking at the greyhound one more time before she shut the door, Chloe smiled happily.