Hello thete, long time no see. Soory for not posting a new chapter sooner... stuff came up in form of me not wanting to continue because of some idiots, nagging and bitching about how I am the worst for writing this fic, over PM, I really contemplated to give in but, eh.. just going to continue and a quick note to any future flamer, hater or whatever you want to call yourselves, just stop at the point you decide tgat you do not like my fic, leave and invest your time in something else instead of wasting it insulting me in such a covardly way. For any other reader who may have constructive criticism, it is very welcomed.. now enough of my whining and let's get going. Enjoy

-N

What's up with that rabbit? I thought with a frown on my face, I just asked, who she was and after I've witnessed the most fascinating whitening of her already light gray fur, putting every ghost and polar bear to shame, she stormed out of the room. Well, as fast as she could with those crutches. My eyes lingered on the door that rabbit just went through at that my thoughts came to an abrupt, crashing halt.

Cute rabbit? Where did that came from? I'm a fox, I shouldn't feel nor think about prey like that, shouldn't I? It's sickening, right? For a fox to think like that, is disgusting, utterly wrong and unnatural. But why did that thought pass my mind? Was it an ailment I suffered from the time before I lost my memories, that drove me to a maddening self destructive state, that they had to strap me down in here? Where did those scars and injuries come from then? Self inflicted or done by others for having a twisted affecion towards rabbits or prey in general? I didnt't know and from all those question popping up in my head like a pack of rabbid dogs from hell, I didn't want to dwell on it, as long as it relieved my sudden migraine that came as soon as I thought about it too much.

There were also some policemen and women, reffering to me as officer wilde, apparently, I, a fox am a cop, oh that irony. They left shortly too after I told them, that I couldn't remember a damn thing only waking up in this damn hospital, body aching, burning pain surging through every inch of my demolished body like molten metal and after trying to escape a couple of times they strapped me down with someone passing by all

Twenty minutes to see if I'm still in my bed. Other than that I didnt get much visitors, I wonder why though, was I such a bad animal, despised by all up to my own family, so rotten that nobody cared if something happened to me? No, that doesn't make any sense, since i'm apparently a bloody cop. Sighing, I got into an more comfortable position as good as I could with those straps on my limbs and body.

Sweet nothings filled my head as I lied there staring like a vegetable on the ceiling. These nothings swept through my mind, alleviating my throbbing headache, my brain finally free of thoughts of the past troubling days. I was in this state for a long while, not noticing the nurse entering the room several times, not wanting that blissful state to pass, clinging to it like a shipwrecked animal to the sunken ships debris but I was pulled out of it like the shipwrecked animal who is pulled down by the sinking ships wake.

My thoughts hit me like a storm again, tossing and turning, shaking me to my core. My headache acted up again, filling my skull to its seams with pain. I wanted to fall asleep again, tried to will myself into unconsciousness but to no avail. With my mind thrown into turmoil I weakly shook against my bindings, ignoring the pain coming from my still healing injuries and with each movement against the straps on my lims, they grew heavier, leaden even. physical fatigue washing over my sore body, beckoning me to stop, trying to prevent me from harming it even further. So I gave in but sleep never came, my body tricked my aching mind, usurped it until it could take over.

I felt trapped in my body, a prisoner, taken hostage by myself. Again, I ignored the nurse, who poked her head into my room but she went as fast as she came, so why even pay her any mind. Letting out a pathetic whimper, so it is time to wait it out. Waiting made it worse, nobody beside my hammering head, unsteady breathing and toxic thoughts to keep me company. Time meant nothing as the seconds and minutes flew past me. Soon enough, for me at least, came the feeding time. The nurse set the tray besides my bed and forked the tasteless food into my mouth occasionally waiting for me to gulp it down hastily. The water came in a beaked cup normally for small children, shoved into my mouth occasionally between the incoming food, seeping out the corners of my mouth. I felt like a freaking toddler, no, that line was unfitting for my situation. I felt treated like a brain dead animal, a vegetable with the distinct diffrence of me being able to move, think and talk but what does all that mean if you are not treated like this?

Clattering silverware, stopped my train of thoughts. The feeding time was over, as the nurse quickly and with with the gentleness of a bulldozer wiped away the water and food i couldn't contain in my mouth. That nurse, gathered the tray and paid me no mind as she left.

She was lost in her thoughts. How could that happen? When did it happen? Before or after his apparent suicide? Or was it while he was here? It didn't matter, what mattered most is that her beloved one lost his memories and that after a fight over something as benign as work. They had overcome so much, first overcoming the stereotipical shaky relationship foxes and rabbits had, then cracking the hardest case they had at the current time and after that, nick became a police officer, one of the first pawsteps breaking the vicious circle of the stigmata of foxes, let us not for get about their relationship helping this narrow minded society progress, slowly, but progress is progress.

And how did it end? In one single fight all their achievements, their hardships, gone because this stupid bunny couldn't stand being berated when she acts recklessly and stubborn. He just feared that something would happen to her in that madmammals factory.

She wandered the hospitals hallways aimlessly, her mind screaming accusations at her, eating at her sanity, what little remained of it anyways. What was she suposed to feel? Her soulmate, her lover was replaced with a husk, devoid of any memories of his friends, family and her. How could she help him? Or was she even supposed to help him? Did he even need her?

Walking back to her hospital room, she set aside her crutches and struggled up her hospital bed an settled on sitting on the edge of it. Her paws absentmindedly brushed over the rough texture of the sheets, her mind still contemplating her situation. Various scenarios entered her head, many different options and results popped up, reevalueted themselves almost instantly, judy was reckless and stubborn but she isn't dumb. One thought however stuck, one with many advantages which could aid her love regain a semblance of getting back his memories which in turn would benefit her and their relationship but this course of action held equally as much drawbacks, for example would he really remember everything, their relationship would crash and shatter like a thrown rock would a window.

But the main two questions still remain. Would it work and woud she be able to follow through with it or would guilt consume her? Despit her being uncertain of what to do, she knew, it had to decide sooner or later but for now…. She had to plan everything down to the smallest detail.

She laid down on her hospital bed, a small smile spread across her face at the prospect of going back to how things have been before this whole mess.