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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 15:22:05 GMT -8
Cori's ears flickered, but he turned his attention to seeing if he could get the bleeding to stop.
There was a knock on the door just over a quarter of an hour later.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 15:30:15 GMT -8
Misto rose slowly, and opened it, after checking through the keyhole.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 15:31:09 GMT -8
Doc stepped inside, "What did you manage to do this time?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 15:39:20 GMT -8
Misto shook his head. "It wasn't like we stepped in front of any injuries on purpose or anything," he murmured, closing the door behind Cohen.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 15:40:48 GMT -8
"Which is why you could not come to the hospital." He shook his head, "Go sit down before you fall down." He glanced at Coricopat, "Why are you not lying down?" That earned him a slight glare, but not much more as he moved over to Misto to check him over.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 15:42:25 GMT -8
The smaller tom had obediently sat down, and quietly watched the doctor.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 15:46:50 GMT -8
After a short while Doc backed off. "You're going to be sore for a while, and you've got quite the concussion and bruised ribs, but beyond that I am not finding anything. Given time you'll be fine." He straightened, turning to Cori. "Off with that suit coat, vest and shirt."
Coricopat growled as he started to get out of the requested clothing, but didn't have the energy to argue, which alone set up red flags in Doc's mind.
"Who's after the two of you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 15:52:58 GMT -8
"Jones' gang," Misto answered, shifting slightly to figure out how much he could move around at any given time.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 15:57:03 GMT -8
"...Why?" He asked as he moved over to examine Cori's bullet wound.
"Not really any of your damn business, Cohen."
"Do you want the bullet removed or not, Zimmerman?" Doc replied even as he prepared to extract the bullet.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 16:01:30 GMT -8
"Because he shot him in the head," Misto said, pulling his knees up to his chest, and gesturing over to Coricopat. He couldn't decide if his tone was more numb, shocked, or possibly even angry.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 16:03:05 GMT -8
Doc's eyebrows rose, "Well, that'll be all over the papers tomorrow..."
"Editorializing or doing your job, Cohen?" Coricopat snapped, partially in pain and partially in recognition of Mistoffelees' tone.
"Both." He retorted as he worked at the bullet, ignoring Coricopat's growls.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 16:41:51 GMT -8
Misto watched silently, wrapping his arms around his knees, his tail coming to curl up around his feet.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 16:45:17 GMT -8
Doc finally got the bullet out and began to carefully clean and bandage the wound. "I recommend rest for both of you. You especially, Zimmerman, you've lost a lot of blood and I'd rather not deal with you again soon."
Cori rolled his eyes, but nodded slightly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 29, 2011 16:47:50 GMT -8
Misto nodded. "Alright."
He rose, feeling stiff, and walked toward the kitchen. Though his ribs still hurt, he was just glad the room wasn't spinning anymore.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 29, 2011 16:55:52 GMT -8
Doc finally finished wrapping the wound and entered the kitchen to wash his hands off in the nearest sink. "Good luck with him again. Let's try to avoid the same debacle as last time, please?"
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