Camie sighed and carefully placed him into the front pocket of her hoodie and proceeded to clean up the spilt whiskey before it soaked into his wooden desk. Once she was sure it was wiped and the bottle was put away she headed to the bathroom and located a washcloth and turned on the sink. She made sure it was soaked with ice cold water that made even her hand numb, before bringing the small furry rodent from her pocket and placing him in the soaked rag.
The sensation that brought the hamster back to consciousness was not a pleasant one, and he groaned in complaint. Hakuba wanted to be asleep, dammit, not so groggy he couldn’t see straight. And so cold. Why was he so cold? He shivered.