Oak's POV

I can't believe it. my own sister betrayed me! And she would never say such a thing!
As the nurse set me down on the floor, I laid down and curled up into a tight ball. My eyes were glazed over with loss and hatred. I grew to love Willow, but now she hates me. What point is there in caring for her now?
I didn't feel like talking to any friends.
I just wanted some time alone.
This play room didn't feel happy anymore. It felt like a cold alleyway in the city, the dark borders on the corners of the walls adding a more depressed atmosphere to this happy play area...

I guess I should lay down somewhere else.

For the first time, I felt lonely. All these cats were so friendly, but I didn't bother to talk to them. I got up and walked past these fellow cats. My paws dragged with each stride.
One of my friends, a dark gray tabby named Rain, walked up to me.
"What's--?"
"None of your business, alright?" I hissed. I continued on, ignoring his confusion and talking with other friends. "What happened to him?" I bared my teeth and snarled at the cold floor.

I slipped on the smooth surface and slammed my chin onto the floor. The force made me bite down on my tongue. I whimpered. Life just began to feel more painful for me.

I lust laid there, with every other cat staring at me. As I got up, I turned on them and yowled, "I'M FINE!" I rushed to the cat tree and laid down at the top. I watched as everyone broke away to get some sleep. I may as well do that. It was a busy week, and traumatizing. Good to get some rest for once.
I closed my eyes and immediately rushed into sleep.

My dream was a flashback of what happened after the flood. Awakening after my sister died. We were stuck inside what looked like a giant car. There were sirens blaring overhead, flashing lights of deep blue and scarlet. I was laying beside the deadweight body of my sister, who still wasn't breathing and didn't stir. There were bandages on her face, back, and leg, hiding her true colors. There were also other people there, almost in the same condition as Willow... I rested my head on my paws, remembering what happened, and the cold stone in my chest weighed me down to this seat. But I was too exhausted to whimper. I had been crying too much. If only she were still alive, then things wouldn't look so gray...

...I awake again. Most of the lights are off, and some cats are snoring lightly. There were some people, they carried lights held in some sort of trinket, and carried injured or sick animals to different places. I felt stiff, not just from my prosthetic leg, but from laying in an uncomfortable position on the top of this cat tree. I stretched myself out, feeling the stiffness leave me, then I relaxed. Who knows? Maybe life would be less of much to worry about without Willow. If she can hate me, she can hate me. I can hate her too...

..."there has to be a way we can save her," I mewed, pawing at the body of my sister and getting attention of my vet. Willow was covered in needles and blankets, and her face was obscured in bandages and breathing mask. She looked more grotesque than before she came here.
The lady sighed.
My heart sank.
She's losing hope!
I hopped into her lap and clawed at her clothes, whimpering in panic. But the lady gently flicked me off, and laid me down again, and sat down beside me. I butted her and nipped at her hairless paw.
She sighed again.
I yowled desperately, out of ideas.
Wait...
I remembered a time when I tried to save her during that flood. Willow's blood was blending with the murky water. She looked half-dead. She felt heavy and dense, and didn't even try to breathe, as if she had drowned.
I recalled a time a vet saved me after the flood. The way they managed to push all the water out from inside me... maybe I could use it to help Willow?
Quickly, I hopped back inside the tiny vault where my sister lay. I sat beside her and put my paws on her ribs. She felt cold, like the flood water back outside. The feeling made me shudder.
Quickly, I kneaded my sister's chest. Her fur caught in my claws, snagging her soft frame. I spat a curse, untangling my paws, then trying again.
I pressed my paws on her chest, then tried pressing down harder. I slowly raised my paws away, then began pumping, trying to save the precious life of the almost lifeless cat. My sister's body jerked, but nothing happened.
After one final push, I felt a very faint moan escape Willow's mouth.
She's alive?! Did I do it? I thought.
I detached the breathing mask from her face right before she began to vomit water. She was coughing up a lot of water. I was surprised she didn't drink the whole wave!
The helpless cat stirred and opened her pale green eyes. They were glazed and clouded, as if she were staring at nothing. Though with the haze in her eyes, I could see a tiny flicker of life in her.
Willow sucked in a large breath, before slowly closing her eyes again.
I looked over at my vet.
She looked as if she had seen a ghost!
I felt a warm happiness bubble in my heart like boiling coffee rising from a mug. Then, the joy exploded into hot lava. I let out an overjoyed yowl, leaping into my vet's lap and nuzzling her hand. "See? I told you we could still save her!" I purred. I looked back at my sister. I was so relieved to find that her breathing was normal.

I decided to reference those games that some of the human kits like to play.

Achievement get! CPR-Trained Cat!

...

I found myself purring as I came back to wakefulness.
No... I can't be happy for Willow now. She hates me...
I sat up, stretching my forelegs. Instead of feeling the shock of the sudden depression from last night, I felt a tiny glimmer of hope.
Willow has been through too much in just two months. I can't get in the way of her recovery...
That hope still didn't die out.
I hopped down from the top of the cat tree.
No. If I can save my sister once, I can do it again.