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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:48:27 GMT -8
The doctor met Mac's eyes in the mirror, his eyebrows arching in a look that clearly read as disbelief, but he shrugged. He had no proof otherwise until he saw the wounds. "I see."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 22:50:35 GMT -8
Mac met his eyes in the mirror and narrowed them. "You often pick strangers up off the street?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 22:57:48 GMT -8
"Not usually, but you were going my way and the state of your shirt indicated you could use a ride." Doc replied, turning on to Main Street.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 23:14:33 GMT -8
Mac continued to look at him in the mirror. "And what, exactly, am I goin' ta owe you for this?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 23:15:55 GMT -8
"A thank you wouldn't go amiss." The older cat replied.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 23:17:44 GMT -8
Mac blinked rapidly at him, actually completely flabbergasted by that reply. "Thank you," he said, voice very low and small. "Thank you so much."
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 23:28:35 GMT -8
Cohen nodded slightly, parking at the hospital and getting out of the car, opening the rear door. "Do you want any help getting him in?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 4, 2010 23:33:43 GMT -8
Mac stiffened. This was a doctor, he told himself, he would have to touch Tugger to fix him. "I can handle it," he said, keeping his voice soft, turning down to look at his brother, who he thought had fallen asleep on the car ride over. "Hey, Tug, you still with us?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Dec 4, 2010 23:36:03 GMT -8
Cohen hesitated. "I'll go let them know I'll be treating him." He murmured before slipping into the hospital to quickly get set for his shift.
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Post by amanika on Dec 5, 2010 6:27:40 GMT -8
((doesn't matter too much, but actually, Tugger took his shirt off back at the house before Mac got home))
Tugger opened his eyes, he'd been crying again and most of the journey had been spent trying to control the tears, not letting them get back into the heavy sobbing as he listened to the exchange between his brother and the doctor.
Tugger's face was wet as he looked at Macavity though, he'd been unable to stop the tears completely. He wiped his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time that day, and struggled to sit up. "I can walk." he told his brother firmly, he wanted to salvage what little pride he had left, even at this stage.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 10:29:03 GMT -8
Mac gave him a long look. "Kay," he said finally. "If you're sure." He scooted out of the car, and held out a paw to help Tugger back out.
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Post by amanika on Dec 5, 2010 13:21:36 GMT -8
Gingerly, Tugger scrambled out of the car with the aid of Macavity, wincing when the movement pulled on his cuts, but soon he was stood carefully on the ground. He glanced at his brother and nodded, though his shoulders were tensed. He was still holding the offered paw as well, feeling like he was a little child again when his brother used to pick him up from school, but at the same time, taking some comfort in that. Right now, he had complete trust in Macavity.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 13:25:43 GMT -8
Keeping his brother's paw in his, Mac closed the door to the car and led his brother into the hospital, stepping up to the desk. "Excuse me," he said. "I believe a Doctor Cohen just came through? He was supposed ta look at my brother."
The woman on duty looked the pair of them up and down. "Please take a seat, and when he's ready we'll call you. Name?"
Mac managed not to growl. "Hollister," he said, hating the name.
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Post by amanika on Dec 5, 2010 13:33:40 GMT -8
Tugger was uncharacteristically silent, happy to let his brother do the talking for both of them. When they were told to wait, he perched on the edge of the seat, not wanting to lean back in bring his injuries into contact with anything. His tail curled around his waist, resting in his lap, and his ears were still somewhat lowered against his head, though they flicked from time to time, betraying his nervousness.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Dec 5, 2010 13:38:56 GMT -8
Mac settled into the chair next to Tuggers, keeping his eyes half on his brother and half on the door. He got several odd looks from nurses as well as other patients, many of whom were there simply for colds or other ailments. He glanced down at his shirt and for the first time actually understood that it was covered in blood. Ah well, he had never liked it much anyway. He turned his neck to look at Tugger's back again, and then stared at the door, willing the Russian Blue to come back through it.
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