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Wounded Heart

Ralph lay on his back, he could see the paramedics trying to do CPR on his body. He could see the flaming wreckage of his motorcycle to the side. He felt the shock of the defib trying to restart his heart. But it was irrelevant to him. He didn't actually care about any of that. What was the dominant thing in his fading mind was his loving wife. Ralph remembered how the day started. His vision faded and left him with the first rays of dawn as he reached for the alarm clock.

Ralph sat up from bed He scratched as he reached for his alarm clock. He was off today, but always kept his sleep schedule. The tiger stood from his bed. He was taller than average, being 6'9", but was thin. He was not very toned either. He saw no need in being heavily muscled when his job was to program computers. Then the tiger stood and moved toward the bathroom taking a fast shower.

He was turning the water off when he heard the sounds of his wife waking up. He walked into the bedroom, toweling off as he saw her standing up and taking off her gown. She was a vixen, only 5'9" but well built. Her muscles rippled over her body as she move. Turning around she looked at him and smiled. "Morning baby." He smiled at her. "Good morning my love. Is been a long time since I saw you like this."

His accent slipping out a little. She smiled at him and moved to him. Hugging him tightly she grinned up at him. "Remember, my appointment is at 2:00PM. I want you there." He nodded as he hugged her back. "I know. I'm sure the cancer is gone." She nodded and nuzzled his chest. "Mmm you showered in my body wash again." She giggled at him and looked up. He blushed and scratched the back of his head as he shrugged. "Yea I grabbed the wrong bottle again."

An hour later, they were eating breakfast in the kitchen. The vixen watched at her husband was cooking more for a second plate. "You know, I think our roles are mixed up. I'm a professional wrestler and you are a computer programmer. You are the home maker, and I fix the cars. You tend the garden and I BBQ." she shook her head as she sipped her coffee. "I think, it works better this way. You get to play around with the big boys. And I can be as girly as I want." The vixen laughed and slapped the table hard enough to make the plates and silverware jump a little.

"That's funny. You know if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't let you near those girls." He nodded, sticking out his tongue. "You are a silly vixen. You know I want no one but you." She nodded, watching him serve up the second run of food. He sat with her, taking off the apron and smiling at the vixen. "Come on, eat up. Don't want the doctor thinking I cant cook." She snickered at him and they both ate.

After an hour of cleaning up they were both headed out. "Alright, I'm off to teach to kids how to wrestle. You need to go by your work and pick up those reports to finish this week. Remember, You don't have saddle bags, so you have to put them in you back pack. Remember, you only have a half tank of gas so fill up before you come to the doctor. It's 11:35AM right now, so remember to watch your time." He smiled and chuckled., "Yes Dillia. You just watch the traffic. I do not want you to be hurt in a car accident."

She smiled at she opened her door. "You be careful. Those things are dangerous enough. It's just aluminum and plastic between you and the road." He put his helmet on and waved. As they headed in separate directions, the tiger headed toward the middle of town. He was driving normally, heading into traffic through the main road. He was almost at his work place when the fuel light came on. He noticed and headed into the gas station across the street from his offices. Taking off his helmet he dug into his pocket for his wallet. Putting his card in the reader, he pulled the pump and put it in his tank. Holding the handle down, he began fueling his bike.

As he was putting the pump back as he took his receipt. The tiger slipped the receipt into his back pocket an then got back on his bike. Starting the engine, he pulled away from the pump and headed to across the street. Pulling into the parking deck, he found his reserved space. Parking, he sighed as he removed his riding gear. He was walking to the elevator when he remembered something. Turning to the bike, he clicked the alarm button.

Entering the elevator, he hit the button for the 5th floor. He was looking toward the door when he heard it ding. It was only the 3rd floor. The door opened and another fur stepped in. "Robert?" The tiger said. The canine looked up. He was an average Terrier, only 5'6". "Ralph, thought you were off today." The tiger nodded. "Same to you. I'm only here to pick up a few reports. What are you here for?"

The canine chuckled. "Boss called me in for a meeting. Then had me run errands all over the whole building. Something about needing a new department head. He's deciding between me and someone else." The tiger thought something was strange, but he said nothing. When they arrived at the 5th floor, they both stepped out, heading for the boss's office. "You said you were picking up reports." The canine muttered. Ralph nodded, "I am. He told me he needed me to come pick up some reports from him today and look them over while I was off."

Robert nodded and they both entered the Boss's office. The boss himself was a Chihuahua, literally a little man in a big chair. He looked up and smiled. "Boys, come in. Now, I was considering the departmental manager position between the two of you." Both looked rather shocked, and for the same fact that Ralph was being considered. "Sir, are you truthful? Me?"

The boss nodded and looked at both. "I made my decision. Which I will tell you both now. Robert, Ralph; I have given the position to you Ralph." Robert turned on his heel and burst out the door. "ROBERT!" the chihuahua called after him. "Damn it. He never listens. Ralph, I picked you because you take your time to figure it out. You pick through these reports with a fine toothed comb. I know you can find the mistakes, the miscalculations, the wrong words and you fix it the way it's supposed to be. I like the fact that Robert can get things done quickly. And I'm sure that with him as the manager the department would always be ahead of schedule. But there might be mistakes that can cost the company severely. Ralph, here are the reports. Look them over while you take a little more time off. When you come back next week, your new office will be waiting on you."

Robert was in his office, cussing and tapping into his personal liquor stock. "Fifteen years. Fifteen fucking years from the ground up. I was here when the company started. But that means NOTHING!" he flung his name plate against the wall. "Oh I know what it is. That......Dot headed fucker. Fucking Indian Tiger. Comes in and they have to give him everything so he wont sue them."

Ralph was still talking with the boss. "Sir....I do not know if I can do this." The Chihuahua laughed softly, "I bet you can do just fine. If you have trouble we can help you. Just go on home and spend time with your wife." The tiger nodded and took his reports. As he was leaving he notice Robert going on a tirade in his office. The tiger shook his head and walked to the elevator. The canine looked out and spotted the tiger taking the elevator. In his drunken rage, he found an idea forming in his mind. The tiger rode a motorcycle, and the terrier drove a rather large Cadillac. He knew exactly what to do.

He ran for the stairs, and took them three at a time. As drunk as he was, he could still function in his rage. He made it to his car in record time. He was getting his key in the engine when he saw the tiger coming out of the elevator. The canine started his engine, being very easy about it as he watched the tiger get suited up and start his bike. Heading to the exit, the canine waited. He just needed the tiger out in traffic so he could do this and get away with it.

He saw Ralph coming, and then pulled behind him. Ralph drove to the main road and headed toward the other end of town. As he was driving, he heard the sound of a large engine behind him. He noticed a large Cadillac in his rear view, but paid it no mind. He was heading toward an intersection when he heard tires screeching. The tiger turned his head sideways, and suddenly his world was rocked. His bike bucked under him and he was sent flying. The last thing he saw before his back landed on the pavement was Robert's horrified face looking at him through the shattered windshield.

The tiger hit the ground and it felt like his body shattered. After that everything began to blur. He heard the sounds of an explosion as everything flipped and swirled around him. He felt a thud as he hit again. Then the heat of flames, and the screams of people near by. The tiger felt his body go numb, and then his world began fading in and out.

He heard the sirens and came back , but it was distorted. He heard the paramedic screaming at him to stay awake. But sleep sounded so good. A nice long nap. Then he felt something like static electricity on his chest. He felt like his body was shivering. He was cold. He wanted to take a nap, and needed to get warm. He wanted to just curl up with Dillia and sleep for a while.

Dillia was driving by when she saw the accident. It took her several moments to precess what was happening. When she finally realized her husband was laying on the stretcher, she leaped from her car, rushing to him and forcing her way past an officer in the process. The vixen ran to her husband, screaming his name. The paramedics tried to push her off, which earned them a good toss across the pavement. The vixen cradled his face softly as she cried. One of the police grabbed her. "Miss, You need to let them get him to the hospital. We will take you if you want but they have to leave." The police pulled her away as the paramedics loaded him up and drove off.

It was an hour later that she was in the ICU with him, holding his hand as she listened to the doctor. "He as a 5% chance of coming out of the coma. You need to be prepared to decide when the time comes to pull the lie support." She glared at the doctor, but said nothing. As he left she kissed Ralph's cheek. "Baby, please wake up. Ralph....Please baby wake up. Don't leave me alone..."

Ralph was in a state of peace and solitude. The tiger was calm, as if merely resting in this state. But he heard the calling of a voice. He recognized the voice, and it made him stir. He kept hearing it, ad it got louder ad louder. Finally the voice clicked. Dillia! The tiger frantically fought to wake up, to make contact any way he could. And then he felt something wet on his cheek. He struggled harder, trying to say something , anything to let her know he heard her.

Dillia sat in her chair, stroking his paw as she kissed his cheek. A tear fell on his face as she whispered. "Please baby...Please wake up. Don't leave me alone....Ralph.." There was a soft noise and a a small voice whispered. "You are not alone...." Dillia sat bolt upright, and stared at the soft tiger eyes looking at her. She nearly choked on a sob as she cried out, "DOCTOR!!!!!"

Seven months later, Ralph was in his office, reviewing the reports for the last quarter. He moved his chair back and then rolled it toward the door. The reports laid on his lap as he wheeled across the department floor. He heard a voice behind him. "Ralph! Hey boss!" He turned his wheel chair and looked at the fur talking. It was a Rat. He ran up and smiled, "Hey Ralph, a few of us are going to the bar down the block after work. Care to join us?" The tiger chuckled and shook his head. "Not this time. Maybe some time, I have plans."

The tiger rolled his chair to the CFO's office. The chihuahua sat in his chair, going over some paperwork. "Ralph?" he said when he looked up. The tiger nodded. "I have the reports sir, as you asked. Here you are." He passed over the reports. The Chihuahua chuckled and shook his head. "How do you get them to work so fast and accurate?" He smiled. "I say please."