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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:12:56 GMT -8
Coricopat entered Felidae General and headed toward Mistoffelees’ room. He stopped at a voice behind him.
Doctor Cohen moved quickly to catch up with him. “Zimmerman, what do you think you’re doing here?”
Cori frowned at him. “I’m just here to check on Mistoffelees.”
“It’s two in the morning. Visiting hours ended ages ago.”
“I’m just checking on him.”
“And then you’ll leave?”
“I have some reading I’ve been planning to do.”
“If you wake him up, so help me I’ll call Macavity.”
“It wouldn’t change anything.”
“It would if I told him how detrimental to your own health it is for you to be here at this hour rather than sleeping.” Doc replied with feigned innocence.
The lawyer growled. “Fine. I wasn’t planning on waking him anyhow.” He pushed past the doctor and quietly slipped into Mistoffelees’ room. He glanced around, drawing a second chair nearer the bed. He settled in one of the chairs and rested his legs on the other, crossing the left over the right and tipping his hat down over his eyes to get some sleep.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:22:07 GMT -8
It was maybe forty minutes later when Misto, who had been sleeping curled up on his side, made a small whimpering sound. Shifting, and curling even more upon himself. Minutes later the whimpering became a little louder, almost starting to verge on a cry.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:24:57 GMT -8
Coricopat woke with a start, bumping his leg against the arm of the chair. He muffled a curse as he tried to get his bearings. Once he finally figured out why the hell he was in the chairs and what the hell had woken him he rose, moving to lean over Mistoffelees. He hesitated a moment and then lay a paw on the black cat's shoulder and shook him gently.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:30:05 GMT -8
Mistoffelees made a strangled noise, and jerked awake, clinging to the form leaning over him before registering anything. Slowly, his brain caught up with the motion, and how much it hurt to move the quickly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:33:42 GMT -8
Corciopat stiffened at the touch, caught completely off-guard. He carefully returned the embrace after a hesitation, trying not to cause the other more pain. "Hush. You're alright."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:38:13 GMT -8
Sucking in a breath, the first thing that actually penetrated Misto's mind was Coricopat's voice. Coricopat's voice, why was he hearing Coricopat's voice...? Another breath, and he started to realize he was awake, and hurting and he was... oh god he was clinging around Coricopat's neck and what was going on?
Breath still coming in short gasps, Misto pulled back slightly, though he didn't move out of what was almost an embrace. "C-Coricopat?" That was quite the mouthful to get out on such a hoarse throat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:39:57 GMT -8
Cori let him draw away slightly, looking down at him as he adjusted his position a bit. "Yes?" Alright, the other was awake now...and still wrapped around his neck. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:42:12 GMT -8
Trying to even his breathing, Misto swallowed hard, blinking at Coricopat's face, inclined to bury his face in the crook of the other's neck but... arms around neck or not, he wasn't quite confident enough to try something like that. "W-what?" he said, and cleared his throat.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:43:46 GMT -8
Coricopat finally sat down on the edge of the bed, still not removing Mistofelees' arms from around his neck--though he wasn't entirely sure why, "Are you alright?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:51:43 GMT -8
"I-I-I," he blinked, and when Coricopat sat on the edge of the bed, still not removing him, he couldn't help but take that as some kind of permission to shift around so he could remain with his arms around the other. "What, what are you even doing here? God, what time is it?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:53:47 GMT -8
Cori glanced at his watch. "Nearly four. I came by to check on you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 19:55:28 GMT -8
Misto blinked at him, shifting again slightly. "At four am?" he asked, glancing toward the window and back to the mottled tom. Goddamnit, he was shaking slightly.
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 19:57:36 GMT -8
Cori's paw on the other cat's back moved gently in a petting motion without the mottled tom realizing it. "I couldn't sleep."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 16, 2011 20:04:42 GMT -8
The next breath Misto sucked in had less to do with the nightmare, and much more to the other's paw on his back. He wasn't sure entirely how to feel about that but... it was comforting. He, honestly didn't think he had ever been actually held after a nightmare like this. At least not in his memory since he was five. Thus, it took a while for him to process what Coricopat had actually said.
"You... couldn't?" he asked softly, trying to focus on words and speaking rather than anything else. "God, aren't visiting hours very, very over?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Mar 16, 2011 20:05:54 GMT -8
Cori shrugged. "Long since. Sometimes it's useful being an ass to the doctor."
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