“Doesn’t matter,” she asserted. “It’s there. Come on. Shower? Helios will help you.” Indeed, as soon as the word ‘shower’ was uttered, Helios appeared, trotting in from the bedroom with alert ears. He came over to Isaac and sniffed at his hand, licking it gently. “There, see?”
Nodding lethargically, he smiled weakly as Helios entered the room, gently scratching under his chin and gazing down at him. “Hey, Helios,” he whispered softly, trying not to get the blood onto the cat’s fur. “Can you help me too?”
Helios rubbed his face on Isaac’s hand, clearly unconcerned about blood in his fluff. He trotted off toward the bathroom, then looked back, just like the day they’d met, expectantly waiting for Isaac to follow. Summer smiled. “He’s waiting for you. Come on, chere. You’ll feel better after, I promise.”