By the time we reached the entrance, the snowfall had turned into a blizzard, leaving us to trudge through a few inches of snow. Coal halted in front of the double doors and barked loudly into a speaker that was hanging down in front of the doors. The doors swung open, letting out a wave of warmth from the building.
      The three of us hurried inside the main lobby to be greeted by a few passing humans and mechs. A passing mech halted in front of the three of us and started leading Dusty and I away to my cell that we were now sharing.
     On the way, we had trouble walking on the tile floor, since there was snow wedged in between our claws, making us skidd ever so slightly as we put one paw in front of the other. I sneezed a few times since our fur was clumped together with melting snow from the snow storm, leaving an itchy feeling of fur being unevenly stuck to our sides. All the while, Dusty didn't stop coughing.
     We reached our cell, whose door was still etched with the symbol that Coal left for some reason. We walked inside the cell to be greeted by the odor of stale feces and mold. I strode into the far corner of my cell, laid down, and started to lick the clumps of fur and ice that were stuck together.
     Dusty was just starting to lay down, when he broke into a small fit of coughing. He then settled down and started to lick away the clumps of ice in his fur that the wounds of the fight still lay in.
     I paused my grooming to pad up to Dusty and start licking the other clumps of ice that covered some of his fight wounds so he wouldn't start to get sick. I uncovered the bite mark on his neck and I found myself shaking in horror. The wound on his neck was coated in a thick layer of pus that oozed from the edges of the place where teeth punctured his skin. Dusty didn't seem to notice as he was licking away carefully at the other wounds, every once in awhile letting a cough slip out of his mouth in between licks.
     "Dusty, are you ok? You've been coughing and I think your wounds are infected."
     Dusty didn't respond and just kept licking his wounds, I don't even think that he even heard a word that I said.
     "Dusty?"
     Once again, no response.
     "Dusty!"
     Dusty turned his head towards me. His face was a little pale and his eyes were glazed over. Dusty's sick.
     "Dusty, you're sick."
     "Nah, i'm fine, Lu."
     His voice was hoarse and he was panting lightly. I didn't know what to do. There was nobody I could call to help and I am not familiar with treating sick dogs, or wolves in this case.
     I look around to see if there was anything useful that I could use. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the red button to call in a mech, dog, or human for any emergency. I half run to the button and reach up my paw to push the button. A little light glowed red, and from there, all I could do was wait.