“You see…” Gregory started, then turned his gaze to the door beyond which Cynthia Walker was, lying in a hospital bed as comfortable as useless. No litter, as warm and soft as it could be, would have been able to prepare the vixen for the raw truth that was waiting to be revealed to her. “Sadly, it looks like Cynthia Walker has no longer a family to come back to.”
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So, this is one of the two pieces of work I recently made for the Black Jack saga. The second one will arrive in a few days, so please be patient. Until that day… please cry with me because how beautiful is smol!Jack *cries*
As always, credits to rem289 for the majestic art!
;_; ❤