Kitty Rescue

Today was the funeral of my roommates grandfather. It was a somber day to say the least. When we were leaving the town hall after the wake I noticed a small, very small kitten covered in blood. Someone had apparently ran this Kitten over with their car and kept going. Bastards! Maybe they did not know. So the Army medic in me just sprang into mood. This was not just an innocent kitten but it was a symbol, maybe a fallen comrade. I am not sure but I know I immediately wanted to help this kitty. I scooped it into a chicken box, I still feel guilty about that by the way, and immediately the girl on the couch and I rushed it to the nearest vet. I waited for the vet to tell us that there was an eye laceration and definitely a broken leg or hip. I also think that once x-rays are done they will discover fractures of the cranium. I of course felt worse because I can not adopt this kitten no matter how much I want to. I really pray that this kitten will be okay.