Can you heal my pet? And by ‘can’, I mean do it or I’ll murder the town.

“Wh-” Gordon blinked blearily at Benrey. A dozen responses floated around in his sleepy brain, including ‘it’s 2am, why are you at my house?’ and ‘I thought we’d put the whole murdering thing behind us’ but what his mouth finally settled on was, “What pet?”“My cat. She’s fucked up.” Benrey said, lifting the large cat carrier Gordon only just now realized they were carrying. He leaned over to peer inside against his better judgment and found himself face to face with a raccoon. Gordon stared at the raccoon. The raccoon stared back at him warily.