The little black cat stared at Michelle, but it didn't seem to notice her suffering.
Still, seeing that she didn't understand its nudges and nuzzles against her arm, it understood that she wasn't fine. So it curled up next to her and waited for her to get better.
The little black cat didn't know of the power it carried, that it was the one who caused Michelle to be in such a state. It just wanted to tell her to rest, that she was tired from treating one leopard. But Michelle suddenly collapsed.
Unable to withstand the disgusting feeling of being about to vomit, Michelle used all her strength to wobble up and walk a bit further from the two leopards.
Then, at the corner of the street, she bent her head down as another hot wave washed over her. She no longer held back the vomit, and all that she had in her stomach flew out of her mouth like a projectile.
