Help Us? Or Don't

He barely moved as Dalila came into his cell and started arranging the supplies she had brought with her to help if only make them comfortable. The only acknowledgment she had received back was just the flick of his eye as he laid there on the floor.

He whined softly as she moved him up onto his stomach and onto the fur, but he still tried hard to help roll over himself. His chin found the comfortable fur below him as he let out a long huff just of pure discomfort of being moved. They all had furs inside their cells, Chimera did still care deeply for them. But for whatever reason, his maddened state had left him laying on the stone floor.

His muscles winced and tightened as Dalila poked around at the sores and around him to inspect him, though the sores weren't only from laying on the hard floor for such a long time. The sickness too had made them worse, and festered under the skin from the inside out. He took a deep breath as she asked him to try and move around some, his eyes moving while his head still laid comfortable on the fur under his chin. "You shouldn't be helping us." His hoarse voice let out almost hopelessly, "They say we are supposed to die." Again he mentioned the voices without name that had plagued him for all of his short life or at least what he remembered of it. Though maybe they were more altered by his experiences in life. Cerberus was such a calm child, maybe they voices were actually expressing his fears.

Healing Seasonal Prompt
Total Word Count: 1027 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Cerberus Klein"