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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:03:40 GMT -8
Mac sighed. "It's not your fault," he said again, trying to keep the same pace up. The buses were running, he saw one go by but... Walking onto a bus with a bleeding kit in his arms? That would go well.
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 22:07:10 GMT -8
Tugger said nothing, swallowing back tears again, he wanted to believe his brother, he really did, but he wasn't so sure.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:07:22 GMT -8
Zachariah Cohen glanced at his watch for a split second, he was still a ways from the hospital, but he had plenty of time before his shift started. He finally turned onto the main thoroughfare toward town and slowed when he saw the young tom carrying a kit who was, frankly rather too large to be carried. He pulled over to the shoulder, rolling down the window. "Hey, you cats need a ride?"
Once he'd stopped he could see the blood staining the elder's shirt, he could only guess it was from the other. God in Heaven...
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:10:15 GMT -8
Mac froze when he saw the car pulling over, his tail poofing out. "Who're you?" he asked, voice stilted and harsh. The last thing he was willing to do at that point was trust a stranger.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:12:55 GMT -8
Of course, what was he thinking? In this town..."My name's Doctor Cohen, I was on my way in to Felidae General. It's a long walk." He remarked, his accent showing through.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:14:08 GMT -8
Mac blinked, looking the other cat over. His stomach twisted and he looked down at Tugger's back. "You're a doctor?" he asked, voice slightly less harsh.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:19:11 GMT -8
Cohen nodded slightly. "Da. I am."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:20:40 GMT -8
Mac glanced down at Tugger again, and opened the side door, gently depositing Tugger and climbing in after him. If he ended up owing the other for this, he would owe him, but he needed to get Tugger help and he was tired already and they weren't even half way there.
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:22:20 GMT -8
Cohen pulled back onto the street, heading toward the hospital. He glanced in his mirror at the tabby. "What sort of wounds does he have?"
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Post by amanika on Dec 4, 2010 22:24:48 GMT -8
Tugger balled himself up again as he was deposited on the car seat, sitting with his back against the seat was too painful to consider. He shifted a little closer to Macavity though, after a second, resting his head in Macavity's lap.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:28:18 GMT -8
Macavity absently stroked his headfur again, keeping his eyes mostly on the road. "Some sharp glass cut his back," he said, glancing down at Tugger. "That's it."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:32:17 GMT -8
The addition of the last two words caused a slight frown to wrinkle Cohen's brow, a little too much insistence. "Not exactly what I asked. How deep, how much damage?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:37:48 GMT -8
Mac paused at that. "I haven't been able to get a good look at them," he said finally, feeling lost and like an idiot. "Too much fur and dried clumps of blood in the way. There's two pretty long gashes though and they look pretty deep. It's not somethin' I could handle at home."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:39:34 GMT -8
The Russian Blue nodded at that. "What happened exactly?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:46:15 GMT -8
Mac blinked and nearly growled. Great. The one time he felt bad enough to drag Tugger to the hospital, he got picked up by the one doctor that seemed to give a damn. "Fell down the stairs. There were some milk bottles and they got broken," he said, forcing the growl to stay out of his voice.
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