Hand to the Flame ((31-34))

[victoriousscarf]

"Alright," Misto said quietly. "Thank you."

[Meadowlark]

"It's what I'm paid for. I'll go finish seeing to him and then do a bit of cleaning up so you needn't deal with the blood. Any questions you have regarding what happened need to be directed to him though."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto nodded, shifting from paw to paw. "I... I can help with the cleaning, it's no problem. Or, I could just do it, you don't have to..."

[Meadowlark]

Doc looked him over. "You look ready to fall over. Sit down for a while, I'll see what I can get done dealing with him and then we'll see where you're at, yes?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto opened his mouth, about to protest and closed it again. "No, really, I'm fine, I just..." he shook his head. "Just surprised, but I'm fine."

[Meadowlark]

Doc arched an eyebrow. "Much of what needs to be cleaned up is in the master bedroom. I need to finish treating him and I don't need you in the way while I do so. If you feel it necessary to clean whatever else there is, then be my guest, but as a doctor my advice is for you to rest for a couple of minutes first."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto swallowed and nodded. "Right, alright. I," his paws fluttered again. "I'll work on the hallway," he muttered, leaving the room a little less abruptly than he'd left the bedroom but not by much.

[Meadowlark]

The Russian Blue exited the kitchen, heading back into the master bedroom, muttering under his breath in a mix of Yiddish and Russian about stubborn idiots who never listened to what he was actually saying.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto actually did sit down when he got to the hallway, though it was more curling up on the floor than sitting in a chair, which he figured was what the doctor had meant. He stared at the opposite wall for a while, trying to figure out his churning thoughts, and soon enough remembering why he hadn't wanted to sit down in the first place, because his thinking was looking an awful lot like panicking. He just wasn't sure what to do with this...

Rising, he went to the hallway cupboard where he had stashed some cleaning supplies, working on the scatter of bloodstains in the hallway in an attempt to not actually think about it for a minute.

[Meadowlark]

After another couple of fights with his patient and finally getting all of the other cat's wounds treated, Doc came out of the bedroom, bloodied sheets and Coricopat's ruined dress shirt in paw. "You may just want to burn these...."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto had just finished cleaning up the rest of the hallway--he had also given the entire place a good scrubbing, even the bits that had been clean before. He glanced up when he heard the other approaching and his ears went completely flat, eyes going to the bundle as the panic returned at the sight. "Alright," he said, voice strained and not wanting to touch that bundle at all.

[Meadowlark]

Cohen looked the other cat over, registering what he'd just said. "Is there a burn barrel out back?"

[victoriousscarf]

"I-I think so?" he said, voice still strained. "I-is he alright?"

[Meadowlark]

Doc started to head to the backdoor so the other cat wouldn't have to deal with the cloths in his paws. He paused, looking at the small black tom for a long moment before nodding. "He'll live. He'll be in pain for quite a while, and he really ought to stay in bed for a few days--at least--but he'll live."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto nodded. "Thanks. I," his paw twitched. "And there's nothing I need to know about taking care of anything?"