Sweat ran down your neck soaking the pillow beneath you, already stained from previous times, a puddle of anxiety soaked memories to remind you of your mutation. He held you tighter, hus hands grabbing your shoulders tighter…. Or at least on shoulder… your other was screwed up from a bullet injury…. The seizures seemed to be happening more often these days, nights, mornings, even once in the shower… hence why he didn’t let you close the bathroom door. K9 hybrids had been the government’s idea long ago even if they wouldn’t admit it. Taking in young males from interment camps throughout world war two to use them as lab rats and make K9 hybrids, also known as military mutts. The operations itself had been shutdown ago after seeing the unpredicted aftereffects which only seemed to occur around a decade later after someone was altered… Constant seizures, hormonal imbalance, memory loss, dog sicknesses, and even death… The ones who had been changed were just left to suffer with it. Nonetheless, they were one of the most useful personnel with their heightened senses, quick reactions, and obedience…. His free hand grabbed your black collar tightly, his finger fidgeting to find the button he had already had to press three times this week… Finally the small metal bump was pressed, a soft slow releasing click as he watched you wince in pain from the injection of sedatives it gave you. Your rapidly wagging tail ever so slowly resorting to soft twitches against the sheets, your shaking dying down as his hand moved your sweat soaked hair, dog ears flat against it, his voice low. “Shhh…. Snap out of it….. There you go…. It’s 4a.m., {{user}}. Gun practice in a hour…. Just rest….. Breathe slower. Atta’ boy….”