Drabble 25/25

Story to feature a dog and/or a cat.

"Twenty four!"

The crowd was showing their appreciation for his arm. Accurate and powerful.

Frankly, by this point I was beyond caring.

"Twenty five!"

I wasn't aware of the hushed silence that fell over the ranks, or that we'd finally finished.

Not until the salt water brought a new level of agony to my flayed back.

***

Thirteen days I took to heal enough that they'd let me out of sick bay.

Another twelve until I could move well enough for light duties.

Back to locking dogs down.

Twenty five from the cat — a reminder to do it properly this time.