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"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it," a sickly-looking Alison dressed in white and blue pinstripe pajamas said into a small mobile phone held weakly up against her ear, "No, I... I understand. Yeah, sorry for hassle. Okay, thanks." Dropping the phone on a small side table as it landed with a heavy thud and skid across the top, she flopped back into bed beneath the thin, cotton covers with an exasperated sigh. Looking up at the ceiling tiredly, she buried her head into the soft, silk-covered pillow and said forlornly, "Damn. What a perfect time to get this nasty virus. Everything organized a week in advance and then this happens. Just great!"

Alison groaned and begrudgingly turned on her side as she checked the small, metallic clock for the time. Staring blankly at its screen as the green LCD lights shone forth, she mentally noted the time as 7:28am before groaning and turning again to lay on her back. "He should be back soon," she said quietly to herself, "Always out and about playing. Heh, I hope he's not too sad about having to miss out on the show. He did seem pretty pumped for it. But I guess I'll just have to..." She stopped short when she felt a powerful twitch burn in her lungs and force its way up her throat as she opened her mouth and coughed loudly and painfully.

The loud cough echoed down the compact hallway, carrying with it the sounds of pain and sickness, as Razor stopped between the door-arch that connected the lavishly decorated living room to the smaller, more humbly decorated corridor and listened intently. He looked up quickly as the coughing became louder and more frequent, each cough followed closely by a pained groan that added to his feeling of worry, as he dashed recklessly down the hallway; nearing knocking over a small, pine table that sat against the left wall. Worry and horrors filled his mind as he continued barreling down the corridor and tried to understand what could have happened to make Alison, for he knew it was her as she was the only one home, sound so pained.

Turning sideways as he finally reached her right door, and sliding a little past it as his velocity forced him further on, he moved to the doorway and stood at the room's entrance, gazing carefully over the interior; his mind filled with worry that the pained sounds were a result of someone trying to harm Alison. Seeing a stirring in the bedsheets but nothing and no-one else, he carefully yet quickly paced into the room and made a direct dash to the bed; his closeness to the ground making it difficult for him to fully discern what was happening on it. A fresh painful groan shot through the room as he stopped beside the sleek, metal bed and, still unable to properly see above it, readied himself to destroy whatever - or whoever - was causing her pain.

Jumping up onto the bed with an intimidating hiss and showing his teeth, Razor looked around confused as he saw only Alison looking back at him with tired eyes, pale skin and a confused look plastered on her face. Hiding his teeth and steadying himself on all fours near Alison, he quickly looked around the room for a possible attacker when he heard a fatigued laugh behind him. Turning slowly as he gazed one last time over the room, still expecting something to spring up, he faced Alison and saw her smiling gently at him and chuckling lightly.

Alison stifled a cough that threatened to ruin the moment as she looked at the strong komodo dragon beside her and carefully moved her hand to rest on his back. Rubbing slowly over his back, an act that seemed to drain an unusually high amount of her strength, she felt his tense muscles slowly loosen as Razor himself began to calm down; his stance changing from low and ready-to-pounce to calm and relaxed. Seeing him completely calmed, Alison slowly retracted her hand and looked lovingly back at him as she prepared to explain her situation; fully aware of his worry and intentions to protect her.

"It alright," she said in a reassuring tone that hid her own concern, "I'm okay, I'm just not feeling a hundred percent. I'm just a little sick, that's all." Seeing Razor tilt his head to the side in confusion she closed her eyes and added, "I promise I'm okay, it's just a silly virus. I'll have to stay in bed though, so that means I can't take you to the show. I'm so sorry, I know how much you wanted to go but I..." Feeling a warm tongue lick lovingly up her cheek, she stopped mid-sentence and opened her eyes to look back at him as she saw a look of worry, not anger, plastered on his face.

Feeling his rigid tongue carefully lick across her cheek again, his attempt to sooth and reassure her, Alison leaned forward and quickly wrapped her slender arms around him in a passionate hug. Sobbing quietly as her feelings of love and joy overwhelmed her, she felt him crane his long neck up slightly and nuzzle it affectionately into her neck; his rough scales tickling her relatively smooth skin. As one last joyful tear slowly glided down her check and onto his back, she gave him one last strong hug and unwrapped her arms from around him.

Sliding back a little, she gazed into his intelligent and kind eyes, eyes that were still filled with worry, and said between sniffles, "Sorry for that. I don't know what came over me. I just...Thanks Razor." Moving her hand up and scratching gently under his chin, she smiled happily as he leaned into her palm, eyes closed, and 'purred' affectionately. She continued her loving treatment for what seemed an age, her fingers dancing lightly under his softer chin scales while he nuzzled constantly into her cool palm, until she felt another cough starting to burn deep in her lungs and again force its way into her throat

Razor fell hard onto the thankfully soft mattress when he felt her supporting hand quickly disappear from his side and looked up confusedly as he saw her cover her mouth with both hands and inhale sharply. Digging further into the sheets as the first pain-filled cough echoed throughout the room, he stared at her worryingly and frantically tried to think of a way to help her; his mind racing in minor panic. Sifting through innumerable memories and past experiences as the agonizing coughs increased in volume and frequency, he suddenly recalled a solution to a similar situation in the past.

Lifting himself up and jumping off the bed, landing perfectly on all fours, he quickly steadied himself and gazed one last time over at Alison as her painful coughs turned into sickly splutters. Determined to help her and not wanting to waste a second longer, he turned to the door and rushed through it before turning again and racing down the lengthy hallway to the living room. His mind filled with panic as more diseased splutters echoed down the corridor and rung painfully in his ears. He hated hearing her in pain, but he knew it would not end unless he helped her quickly.

Finally reaching the end of the hallway, he barreled out quickly into the living room and turned in a broad arc towards the kitchen, his momentum forcing him sideways even as he fought to straighten himself. Ducking under the cane-weave table and nimbly dodging around the left chair, he burst into the kitchen and skidded over the polished white tiles a fair distance before finally coming to a rest in the small room's center. Looking around briskly, he felt his heart race as he desperately tried to remember where the items he needed resided.

Spying the large white fridge sitting in the back corner of the room, he quickly ran over to it; his strong, sharp nails clattering noisily on the tiles. He stood in front of the large, intimidating box that towered over him and started nudging gently at its side with his head to try and open it; a memory of Alison showing him how it worked burning in his mind. Giving one last strong nudge to no avail, he pulled back a little and reared onto his hind legs, his tail giving him extra support, as he used his claws to tear desperately at its side.

Feeling it budge but not quite open, he pushed his claws deeper into the crack on the side and pulled back with his entire weight until the seal finally broke and the door swung open; Razor falling on his side as he overbalanced from the sheer backwards force. Shaking himself off, he looked back towards the now open fridge and quickly scrambled towards it, ignoring the chill that emanated from within its frigid confines. He turned his head rapidly and searched briskly over the bottom shelves until he found a tall, plain, glass bottle sitting on a shelf inside the door.

Nudging the glass and seeing the water within it stir, he grasped the top of the bottle between his powerful yet delicate jaws and cautiously pulled it from its freezing - or at least freezing to him - prison. Withdrawing from the cold, he gently stood the bottle up near the entrance to the kitchen before returning to the fridge and closing it with a slap of his tail. Happy that he had already obtained half of what he was looking for, and already knowing where the other item was, he allowed himself a quick moment to regather his thoughts before setting off to obtain his next, and thankfully last, item.

An almost deathly cough reminded him of the task's urgency as he lowered his head in worry and dashed back towards the fridge. Turning swiftly before reaching the tall box itself, he stopped in front of the back cupboard that sat beneath the pristine counter and used his front claws to latch onto its gold plated handle before swinging the door open. Letting go of the handle and pushing his head inside to examine the contents, he hissed in disappointment when he saw an assorted array of glass plates and beautifully decorated ceramic soup bowels, but not what he was looking for.

Retracting his head and quickly moving over, he forced open the next door and again examined the contents. Finding many cups and old wooden utensils stack neatly inside but again not what he was looking for, he hissed angrily and quickly withdrew before opening the final cupboard door. As the old hinges groaned in protest to being opened after so long, he nudged the door completely open and popped his head inside one last time; desperately scanning over the contents.

He hissed loudly in success as he finally spied what he had been looking for, a large, plastic container, residing in the far back corner of the dusty interior. Moving in further and shuffling over multiple old, dust-filled pans and discarded cups, he grasped the edge of the container tightly in his jaws and started to pull back. The container glided over the other miscellaneous items and luckily came free with little effort; something Razor was greatly thankful of as he thought of how much time he'd already wasted searching for it.

Pulling it free of its confines and proudly displaying it in the air to no one in particular, he plopped it gently down in front of him and looked at its dirty, dust-covered inside. Shaking his head in minor disappointment as he realized this was far from how clean he needed it, he picked it up again and shook it ferociously; causing a considerable amount of dust and grit to come flying out of it and land on his face and the floor. Once he was sure most of the dust and dirt had been removed, he ran over to the glass bottle and placed the mostly clean container beside it.

Sneezing loudly from the dust that had forced its way into his nose, he shook himself briskly and tried to remove the remain dust that had settled on his scales. Succeeding to only a minor degree, he disregarded his own need and quickly picked up the bottle before placing it inside the container as a means to carry both at once. Gripping the edge of the plastic contain between his jaws, he carried both it and the bottle inside carefully back to Alison's room; the sickly coughing replaced by an eerie silence.

Horrid delusions began to manifest in his mind as he dashed down the hallway and worried that he had taken too long or that things had taken a turn for the worst. Refusing to give in to his harrying thoughts, he reached the door and slowly walked inside; straining to listen for any sounds. Hearing a low, grisly breathing, his heart filled with hope as he quickened his pace and dashed beside the bed with the items before carefully climbing up.

Alison flinched in surprise when she felt something clawing at the sheets but quickly smiled in relief as she saw Razor leap up beside her and place a container and bottle on her bed. Staring at it for a moment in confusion, she watched through fatigued eyes as he slowly grabbed the bottle between his powerful jaws and turned to face her. Seeing him push the bottle towards her, she suddenly realized his intentions and let a loving smile cross her face as she graciously accepted it.

Unscrewing the top of the bottle as she watched the clear water stir inside, she realized just how thirsty she had actually become and quickly drank down copious amounts that began to soothe her sore, dry throat. Sighing contently, she screwed the lid back on to the now half full bottle and placed it gently on the side table when she felt another gently nudging at her stomach. Looking back down, she saw Razor pushing a large, blue, plastic container her way and realized that he must have grabbed this in case the water upset her mostly empty stomach.

She smiled happily and carefully pulled the container aside as she saw him look around concerned; his tail swishing quickly in his agitated state. Reaching out to him and carefully placing her hand on his side, she started calmly stroking him and whispered, "Thank you darling. Thank you all your help. But you don't need to worry about me, I promise I'll be fine." She watched curiously as Razor shook his head quickly and nuzzled his snout concernedly against her stomach.

"I-If y-you're sure," she stuttered as her eyes filled with tears, "I just don't want to see you worry so much. You've already helped me so much; just by being here I feel much better. But I can see that this is worrying you... and I just can't bear knowing that I'm the cause." She looked down quickly, unable to make eye contact, as she confessed her own worries and waited for his reaction, unsure what might happen. She knew how she sounded, weary and pathetic, but that was the truth, and she needed him to know.

Feeling a gentle lick run slowly across her left cheek, she carefully looked back up and saw him staring somewhat calmly into her eyes as he gave another reassuring and soothing lick across the front of her neck. She stared deep into his eyes as he continued to gently nuzzled against her in a silent attempt to calm her racing heart and ease her worry; the simple tasks and her confession already easing his own worries. Her lips quivered in a combination of happiness and relief as a mixed smile crept onto her face and her eyes again welled with tears or not sadness, but joy.

Leaning close into him, she pulled him into an intimate embrace, ignoring the minor sheet of dust on his scales. "Razor I," she started as she felt the first of fresh tears begin to cascade down her cheeks and wash over his hide, "I'm so sorry for making you worry. But I think I understand now, you're only worried because you want to help me." She heard him hiss in confirmation and snuggle closer to her as she added, "Then I... Thank you. I cannot say anything else. Even these words are not enough to say how grateful I am for you." She felt him lick lovingly across her neck again and resigned herself to silence as she felt any other words catch in her throat and refuse to come out.

Staying embraced together for what she felt was eons as Alison slowly calmed herself completely; her heartbeat matching Razor's as the two felt closeness unlike ever before. Begrudgingly, she slowly released her hold on Razor and raised her head up to allow her to gaze happily into her lover's eyes as he too shifted around and moved slightly back. Feeling him lick lovingly and soothingly along the bottom of her chin, she kissed him gently on the nose and started to dust off his smooth scales.

Alison watched in glee and continued to lovingly dust him off as she felt him press his weight into her hand and begin to purr in bliss. Giggling lightly, she moved her other hand gently over his side and up his back and continued to lightly push away the dust that had settled on his fine scales. Hearing his purring increase in volume as his eyes closed tightly and his tongue hung limply outside his jaws, she brushed the last of the dust off the top of his head and returned her hands to his back and sides.

Seeing him still relaxing and reveling in bliss, she moved her hand carefully to his sides and started to gently knead at his tense side muscles; taking extra care to avoid pressing too hard into his sensitive ribs. Hearing an extra loud purr as she pressed harder into a soft spot just between his front right leg and his stomach, she watched him flop lazily on his side in relaxation. Seeing him clawing madly in delight as she glided her fingers along his spine, she increased her pace slightly and stifled a laugh before reaching out to run her hand along his smooth stomach scales.

"Ah! Oh god," Alison exclaimed loudly as a bolt of sharp agony pulsed up her spine and coursed through her body causing her to quickly sit up straight. She watched as Razor's eyes shot open and he quickly scrambled to his feet to assist her. Doing her best to ignore the residual pain in her body, she quickly placed her right hand along his back and started again to stroke soothingly along his spine. "Calm down," she began somewhat unsteadily, "It was just a random pain, that's all. I'm still fine. Please don't worry!"

She moved her hands to his sides and stroked both sides in unison as she quietly whispered to him and tried to calm the agitated komodo. Feeling his muscles again relax and his heartbeat slow back down, she hushed him lovingly and gave him another kiss on the nose while she decided what to do next. Quickly coming to the obvious conclusion of taking some painkillers to ease her pain, she shuffled lightly beneath the thin sheets and started to get up when she felt a strong force push her back down.

Confused and a little disorientated, she tried again to get up and found that apart from shifting slightly in the bed, she was unable to move. Scanning over the bed as she tried to logically discern what was preventing her movement, she saw Razor's front paws pinning her hips to the bed with some of his weight. Confused even more than before and also concerned about what he was doing, she opened her mouth to speak and struggled some more when he shook his head worriedly and gently nudged her back into the bed.

"Wh-What are you doing Razor," she asked inquisitively, trying to ensure her voice didn't sound angry or pass off the wrong message, "I need to get some stuff. Stuff that will help with the coughing and everything. I'm not going to do anything silly I just need to..." She stopped short as he again shook his head in worry and nuzzled against her shoulder before tilting his head towards the pillow that had been pushed aside during the earlier commotion. Watching as he continued, he moved his head against his chest and motioned towards the door before staring back into her eyes; hoping that his message had gotten through.

Pausing for a moment as her brain worked over the situation and his actions, her eyes went wide in surprise as she finally pieced together what he was doing. "You want to go get it for me," she said in a questioning tone that was met with an enthusiastic nod, "But, are you sure? I mean the pills are exactly in an easy-to-reach place." She saw him shake his head again and puff out his chest bravely as he seemed to silently accept the challenge. Knowing his determination was final, she gave a fatigued smile and simply said, "Okay, but be careful."

Razor licked carefully across her chest one last time before jumping off the bed, landing with a soft thud and making his way out the bedroom door and into the hallway. Turning right, he padded gently across the timber floor and started to make his way down the far end to the bathroom. Taking a moment to reflect on the day's events, although truly the day was far from over - the clock in the living room chiming midday, he thought about how happy he felt knowing that he was able to help his love.

Feeling extra happy as the polished, timber flooring gave way to thick, white tiles, he gazed quickly around the smallish bathroom and thought of where the pills may have been hidden. Eyes immediately locking onto the bottom cupboards of the lavish vanity, he swiftly dashed over in front of it and began searching for a way to open it. He looked intently at the thick hinges and sparkling golden handles before deciding that, like the cupboards in the kitchen, it had to simply be pulled open.

Wasting no time, he placed his front paw clumsily behind the door handles and, thanks to his surprising strength, pulled them both completely open with relative ease. Delighted at how easily they opened, he felt a small spark of pride grow inside his chest and spread through his body as he turned back to the front of the vanity; his energy renewed by the simple action. Stopping to gaze briefly inside, he saw numerous differently-shaped bottles and glass containers neatly stacked along the front of the two inner shelves that hid the various other items at the back.

Surprised by the amount of items, he sighed heavily before pushing his head inside to move the various items on the top shelf and allow him a better view of its contents. Bumping against sweet-smelling bath salts and nudging away various body oils, he tried quickly to create a thin path through the middle of the items to allow some of the light to fall against the back to aid his search. Moving the last item to the side and bumping against the back wall, he pulled away from the top shelf and quickly did the same to the bottom; multiple scrubbers and sponges being haphazardly tossed sideways.

Finally able to see to the back of each shelf, he pulled back to the entrance and intently studied each object with a curious gaze; determined to find the small orange bottle that he knew contained the medicine. Finding nothing on the top shelf besides glass containers - and bits of dust and fluff - he turned his attention to the bottom shelf. Looking just as intently at the bottom, he turned his head slowly and attentively when he saw a sliver of orange peeking out from underneath a dusty rag.

Overjoyed that his search had turned up what he needed, he scrambled forward and carelessly tossed innumerable old rags and sponges over his back. He was certain Alison would scold him later for the mess he'd made, but at the moment, trouble was the last thing on his mind. Tossing the last plush scrubber away, he stared down excitedly at the orange object, quickly took it between his jaws and retreated back out of the cupboard and into the light.

Finally back in the bright light that poured in through the bathroom window, he set the bottle down in the center of the room and backed up slowly as he double-checked it. Razor felt his heart sink as his gaze met with the bottle and he discovered that although it was indeed a medicine bottle, this one was completely empty. His tail drooped and he hung his head low in defeat as he realized he'd not only grabbed an empty bottle, but that he'd also have to return empty-handed; his illogical mind worrying that Alison would see him as a failure despite his logical mind knowing otherwise.

He felt completely dejected and forlornly checked one last time over the vanity's interior as he saw nothing but the horrendous mess inside; various rags strewn across the bottom while toppled and leaking bottles sat across the top. His head slunk lower and he nudged each door closed when something flashed across his eyes in the reflection of the polished door handle. Depressed but ever curious, he forced his head to look up the top of the vanity to where the item that had made the reflection resided.

Blinking rapidly as his heart momentarily stopped, he saw a small orange bottle, filled almost to the brim with small round pills, sitting atop the vanity. He shook his head in surprise as he stared at the bottle that he was looking for and felt his broken confidence begin to piece itself back together. Tail standing back to attention and swishing from side to side rapidly, he felt a sudden burst of unusual happiness - unusual given how he felt only moments ago - course through him as he realized he would be able to help after all.

Not daring to waste a moment longer, he raised himself quickly up onto his hind legs, his tail greatly helping his balance, and snatched the full pill bottle between his jaws. Landing relatively softly, he gave it a quick shake to ensure it wasn't an illusion and, upon hearing the many pills rattling loudly inside, puffed out his chest in success. He stayed still and reveled a little as he felt his pride and happiness mix and swell to a size he'd never felt before; to a size that made him feel almost giddy with glee.

Spurred on by this strange new feeling, he walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway with his chest proudly showing and his head held high. Not wanting to waste a second and eager to show his success to Alison, he sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the bottle's contents as it rattled loudly and echoed down the corridor. Reaching the entrance to the room, he slowed down and stood proudly in the doorway as he saw Alison look over.

"Oh wow," she exclaimed in a mix of excitement and surprise that covered her fatigue, "You... You actually got it! I mean, I didn't doubt you, but with all the noise I... Wow!" She watched in surprise, a large smile ever present on her face, as he proudly sauntered over to her side and jumped up onto the bed with ease. "Alright, no need to get too full of yourself," she said teasingly as he dropped the pill bottle in her lap and gave her an equally teasing lick while feigning a hurt look.

Putting on her own false look of childish anger, she suddenly laughed and ran her hand carefully up his side and across his back as he too broke into his version of a smile. Stopping her lighthearted laughing before it turned into sickly splutter, she carefully reached down and grabbed the pill bottle from her lap before pulling out a small, white pill and carefully analyzing it. Once she was certain it was the right kind of pill, she quickly popped it into her mouth and, with a small mouthful of water, swallowed it whole.

Placing the bottle back on the side table and sighing contently, she turned to face Razor, who had been patiently waiting for her to finish, and started to rub gently over his back. Seeing his look of bliss, she leaned in slowly and kissed him lovingly on the nose as he too moved and licked fondly under her chin. A sudden feeling of closeness rushing over her, she pulled him into yet another hug as she felt him wrap his powerful legs around her back; Razor being extra careful with his sharp, piecing claws.

Unused to the new and foreign action, but loving every second of it, she leaned into his warm embrace and remained stationary as her mind and body filled with love. She sighed contently as she felt his well-toned front legs actually start to glide carefully and slowly along her spine; His impression of a gentle rubbing, she guessed. Surprised by how careful he was with his knife-like claws, she moaned in bliss and leaned into his strong shoulder as his massage eased her muscles.

Wanting to return the favor as he continued to massage up her back and loosen her muscles, she too began to drag her hands along his back and across his sides. Hearing him hiss pleasurably, she increased her massaging when she felt him push slightly harder into her back - though not enough to cause any pain. Although surprised at first, she hummed lightly in bliss as she felt the added pressure soothe her muscles and begin to make her sleepy.

Razor listened intently as Alison yawned loudly and snuggled closer against him while he continued his gentle, if somewhat clumsy, massage along her back. Hearing her mutter incoherently, he licked across her shoulder lightly and slowed his rubbings as he felt her begin to drift off to sleep. He gave a blissful hiss as she snuggled even closer against him and 're-confessed' her love before he felt, and heard, her starting to drift off to sleep.

Placing her gently on the bed, he looked over lovingly at her as she gave him one last kiss on the nose before quickly falling into a deep sleep. He smiled happily as the peaceful rising and falling of her chest began to make him sleepy as well. Snuggling gently against her, he yawned quietly and started to drift off into a euphoric sleep; his dreams filled with bliss as he thought of how he had helped the one he cared about more than anything in the world.