My Mundane Life With A Dragon Pet

April 12th, 20XX

Aw yeah baby! My twenty-first birthday. I didn't have plans to do anything at all really. Everyone made me believe it was just another normal day but, my Dad wanted to celebrate with, of course, getting wasted. I've drank beer before and definitely felt buzzed, but even so, I don't like beer. And considering I have work the rest of the week, I don't want to call in because I got a hangover.

So I rescheduled it for the weekend and I'll just order pizza and soda and play the game. And since it's my birthday, I'll play my favorite game, Sonic Unleashed!

Damn. I felt like I spent hours on my game. My back hurts, and my feet hurt from sitting all weird, but it's been like three hours. My phone's been all quiet and I haven't heard anything from my family. Oh well, more food and quiet for me. Mom and them are here though. Guess I haven't ran into them somehow. I could keep playing but, I'm getting tired, and everyone knows I love my sleep.

Switch on YouTube, put the fan in the window, and get that cold air flowing. Oh yeah, this might be my greatest nap. I like this cold feeling, shivering all up in my blanket. Hopefully I don't have a weird ass nightmare. Hate those things.

After a few minutes of sleeping in that weird state of limbo, my fan fell out of the window. I jumped a little bit. It's never done that before. I remember it falling on my head when I positioned it in front of me but not out the window. I groaned and moved from my comfortable spot to move it back.

I peeked out of the window beforehand. Mom's car wasn't there. Guess they weren't here after all. Either way, I don't know what the hell happened with my fan. After I put it back, I debated on playing the game again, since I'm up. I stared at my gaming chair a little too hard and then my heart jumped again.

I noticed something under my chair. It looked like a very authentic plush of some kind. It was a small, well medium size maybe, white dragon. The real problem was, I definitely don't remember, in my life, buying or having my family buy it. I have a Fused Zamasu plush, a Pichu, and a large fluffy cat I call Mr. Flooferson.

I got down to my knees and crawled to it. From afar I thought, who in the world would throw a plush through my window of all windows and why at all. When I got closer to it, I noticed it had red marks all over its body. Why do I keep asking the stupid questions? Who drew all over this cute thing? The tail even has a crescent moon on it, that's kinda cute.

I grabbed it by said tail and dragged it to me. Once again, really serious this time, my heart skyrocketed. Those red marks were not marker spots or anything. They were cuts and wounds. With them being red, I got scared thinking it was a real animal. I'm not good at anything medical wise but they looked really real. I panicked. I froze for a little while, not thinking about anything.

I then carefully lifted it up. I took a very close look at its wounds without trying to faint or vomit. I could see it slightly move, trying to breathe. I had to move my TV back to carefully set it on my dresser. Then, I slowly backed away, and grabbed my phone. I dialed my Mom, then as I left my room, I sprinted to her bathroom in the master bedroom.

"Hey son! What's up? Is everything okay?"

Besides leaving me alone on my birthday, everything's great! Are you free to talk real quick?

"I told you I had plans with your grandparents. I thought you were going out with your dad."

Yeah but, I didn't want to get wasted like a piece of shit. Hey anyway, I uh, cut myself while making potatoes. It's a little bad but I'm living through it like a G. What do I do to clean it up and all that?

I was already digging through Mom's medkit. I know band-aids and gauze help, but what the fuck else am I supposed to do? Washcloth! Need a washcloth.

"Just breathe son. So, wash your finger with hot water, pour a little bit of hydrogen peroxide-"

Hydrogen what!? What is that?

"The brown bottle that makes the cut burn around it. It helps it not get infected. Then just add a band-aid on it."

Got it. Sorry, I was distracted and then this got me mad. I didn't mean to yell.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll come home and check on it okay?"

Okay, thanks Ma. Love you.

"Love you too son. Be safer next time you dolt."

Washcloth. Peroxide. I swear it was called something else. Uh, uumm, that wrap thing. I think I need tape, we don't have enough wrap.

After sprawling all the supplies on the bed, I turned on the light and had to fucking examine this thing. Thank God I didn't want to become a doctor, this shit is scary. Anyway. Please tell me I'm not dealing with an Eldritch God, an alien, a lab experiment, anything like that. I've literally never seen an actual animal like this.

It looks, deadass, like a baby dragon. It's scaley, got small horns, a tail, I can see claws, weird ears, it probably has weird eyes too. Don't forget the wings on its back.

Washcloth! Go put the rag under hot water dumbass! Okay I'm back. It has a lot of cuts. Few on its back, little on the tail, but most of them are on its stomach, probably a weak spot. This can't be happening. Wait, what is happening!? Why didn't I question this sooner!? God! Whatever! Just help the stupid thing.

So, the process lasted like, thirty minutes. Cleaning the cuts was okay. All I did was wipe away all the excess blood and junk, basically gave it a bath. I forgot to grab those cotton balls so I could lightly press that peroxide shit on the cuts. While I did that, I could see it feel that little burning sensation. It was reacting still so, thank fuck it isn't dead. I thought it was awake but, maybe it's body is trying to wake itself up? I don't know. I thought you don't move in these kind of conditions but what do I know? I'm trying to save a goddamn dragon on my birthday! All alone in this damn house!

I placed a few things of gauze on its body then wrapped the shit out of it. It's whole body, besides it's head, feet, and hands, were wrapped up. I just noticed, thank fuck again it isn't a boy? I didn't see any like, gender revealing things so, yeah.

Next thing after that, admittedly, very dumb, I took pictures of it. Now, I knew I didn't want to tell anyone what was happening. Considering this fucking thing is a weird species or something, I was thinking a lot of shit could happen. Scientists and the fucking military could swarm my house, yes this was my first thought. Maybe, this thing could end up killing me so I could blackmail by exposing it. Why would that work? It would either break my phone or not care because it doesn't speak English! But you know, proof is proof. And from what I know from YouTube analysis's, information is dangerous.

After all my ranting, questioning, sweating, and treating, I felt a chill run down my spine. Damn, it got cold real fast. So, I stared at that thing again. I grabbed it again, holding it two hands mind you, and placed it on my bed. I covered it with my blanket. I pray to God blood doesn't get on my sheets, but that's probably reaching too far.

What am I supposed to do when Mom gets back! Fuck! Fuck me! God fucking fuck me! Oh wait, I could just say it's a plush. God me, chill out.

So, since I got nothing else to do, I'll go to sleep next to it I guess. Hopefully I'm still alive by tomorrow.