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Clover's recovery was as hard as expected. Getting a new set of lungs wasn't easy and for the first week, the kitten could hardly move. Her body hadn't rejected the lungs, which was great and after three days the chest tubes were removed, the kitten breathing nearly on her own with the assistance of the oxygen tank. She was barely lucid, but in her waking moments, aside from crying in pain, she managed to communicate. On the fourth day, she sat up and took sips of water, a Doctor listening to her lungs and instructing her to breathe in and out. He described to them the condition of the rest of Clover's organs, now knowing the full extent of the damage the miasma had done to her body. Nearly all of her organs had been effected and while slightly damaged, they were functioning, her kidneys and liver back in working order.
After seven days, the nurse made Clover get up and go for a wheelchair ride to the healing garden. There, Erika read her a story and Clover fell asleep, the drugs knocking her out. They began to tapper the medications down, giving Clover more waking time to read with Erika and take spoonfuls of food that Maple tried to shove down her throat, claiming that her sister was too scrawny and would never grow boobs if she didn't feed her. After two weeks, the oxygen was removed, Clover could breathe in without feeling as though her lungs wouldn't expand. She could speak without coughing, she could sit up and move around without struggling and wheezing to catch her breath. She was still confined to a wheelchair, her limbs far too weak to hold anything or even push herself, but she was working on that.
After three weeks, Clover was discharged and could take a shower, something that even Maple forced her to do, scrubbing her hair, careful around the fresh scars that were healing nicely. Erika held her up while Sera scrubbed, Clover screaming about the water and how much she hated it the entire time, but hey, at least she could scream again! Afterwards she spent her first night back laying in the garden, staring up at the sky with a new found gratitude. She reached her hand up as though trying to cup the clouds in her hands, elbows shaking as her sleeve fell down a scrawny arm. "Clover is happy," she said to Erika, "because Clover can be with Erika outside." Perhaps childish, but Clover was so glad for a moment like this.
The next week, Erika was due for her surgery. Maple had a small scar from her surgery on her head, one that would heal nicely according to the doctor, but she was overjoyed to smell again. She gave Clover a big hug when they arrived at the hospital, still inpatient because her stitches were infected. "Clover missed Maple too," the kitten said as they waited for Erika to be released from her surgery. This place was far too familiar by now, the staff all stopping to talk and say hello and see how the kitten was doing. Clover wasn't here for herself though, she was here for Erika and when her former master emerged from surgery at last, it was such a relief that Clover cried. She clung to her that night, curling up at the foot of Erika's bed the same way she used to, her words echoing in Clover's head. The kitten smiled as a warm blush heated up her face. "Clover can't wait," she whispered, falling right to sleep.