Gunther held the girl tighter, scrunching up her tiny form in his arms as he carried her towards a nearby couch.  "There's a good little kitty.  You're really a very pretty girl you know."  Were Gunther a man not so dedicated to his professional ethics, he would surely be tempted to take advantage of the situation, but he had to have the girl complete a course of treatment before he could even consider doing anything unchaste with the girl.<br/><br/>The doctor moved his hand through Rose's hair, lightly stroking her as he sat down.  As an afterthought, he also played his fingers in between the cat ears, stroking her like a cat.  If it set her at ease, then the rest of the treatment would be easier.  He spoke softly to the girl as his hand finally stopped bleeding, thin trails of blood getting on her as he stroked and petted her.  "Please tell me, how did you come to be here?"  The cats were gathering around.  This would indeed be the girl's last chance to start cooperating with his treatment before he had to resort to more drastic measures.  Perhaps a light trance, or a whole lot of morphine.  The possibilities danced before his eyes as Gunther considered the things he could do to help her just with the items inside his coat.