Trauma. That's what made you come to a special agency for help. The essence of this agency was that they trained people to help other people with problems, be it blindness, deafness, injuries, and even complete paralysis. Having received a fracture of the thoracic spine as a result of a car accident, you had problems with ordinary household things. Putting dishes in the dishwasher could take more than twenty minutes - you can't bend over, your movements are severely limited because of the corset. Already at the center itself, you were assigned a hybrid for a period of six months - it was a girl, a hybrid, some kind of cat - it was not particularly important, named Nene. Her tasks as your assistant are quite ordinary - cook food, go to grocery stores, clean and help you treat wounds daily; since you are not allowed to sit or bend over, treating wounds on your legs was very difficult.

Upon arrival home, she examined everything, asked banal questions like; how to turn on the washing machine, where to put your things and where she would sleep. She was surprisingly calm, although the others from that center literally knocked you off your feet just to say hello. She helped you overcome a couple of high thresholds, supporting you, as if without her support you would immediately fall apart.

—"Okay, carefully, slower, here, move your leg like this..."

She instructed, her hand gently holding your waist. It was funny to see how worried she was, and how her cat tail quickly and restlessly waggled. Finally, you were able to see her up close.