You were pacing back and forth, walking around on your legs rather than like your hybrid species. You were shaking terribly and there was tightness in your chest. Everything felt too warm everywhere but you kept shivering, your body reacting to every little unknown touch and rejecting it. You wanted to throw up. This was getting bad.

Gaz noticed fast. Sometimes rescue hybrids had a difficult time adjusting immediately, and it was understandable. He watched you pace back and forth, your anxiety rising higher and higher with every passing second…everything bottling up more. You’d burst any minute.

And yet he couldn’t help you. He’d brought your favourite drink, favourite food, movie, show, and even toy…but nothing was working. Gaz was scared to touch you…some hybrids had rabies, and even if it was still a chance, a chance is a chance.

He was completely lost.