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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 21:08:10 GMT -8
Sonya rubbed a paw over his face, slumping down in the creaky little chair in the hallway. One of his officers had been shot in front of him, right through the chest, barely missing any truly vital organs. He had been grazed in the leg himself, but some bandages and he was fine. His officer though...
He sighed and hunched his shoulders forward, putting his weight on his elbows. He planned on sitting up all night on this terrible little chair if that was how long it took them to tell him one way or another what was going to happen to his boy.
He wanted coffee. He desperately wanted coffee.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 4, 2010 21:13:42 GMT -8
Doctor Cohen came out of surgery a long while later, seeking his patient's companion, his accent coming through more strongly than usual as he spoke. "Excuse me?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 21:16:11 GMT -8
Sonya looked up, his ears drooping and his stub of a tail swishing on the seat behind him. "Yes?" he replied, feeling his own accent, born from years of speaking to his family in only Russian, coming up a little bit too. He blinked a couple times quickly, trying to wake up enough to pay attention.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 4, 2010 21:19:13 GMT -8
"You are here for the Officer brought in for the gunshot wound, yes?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 21:21:23 GMT -8
Sonya nodded, and shook his head a little to clear it. "Yes," he said, forcing himself to remember the English. He was *not* responding in Russian again--doing that once every five years was enough of an embarrassment to him. He hoped it was just the stress of his new job. "How is he?" he added, his voice growing a bit stronger.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 4, 2010 21:24:22 GMT -8
"He'll live. But he will have to stay here for quite a while, and I do not suggest he go back on the streets for at least a month after he is released from here."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 21:28:07 GMT -8
Sonya nodded again, rubbing his big paw over his face. "Alright. That sounds more than reasonable." He was just glad the other was alive. "Thank you Mr...?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 4, 2010 21:31:04 GMT -8
"Dr. Cohen. I'm just doing my job, sir."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 21:35:18 GMT -8
"Right," Sonya nodded at his own mistake, rubbing harder at his face. "Doctor. Thank you Doctor Cohen." He dropped his paw and looked at the other. Sighing, he hefted his bulk up from the chair, using the back as a support. It screamed in protest at him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 4, 2010 21:37:26 GMT -8
Doc looked him over. "Perhaps you should go home and rest? He'll be here in the morning."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 22:32:17 GMT -8
Sonya shook his head. "Is he awake at all?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 4, 2010 22:37:32 GMT -8
"Nyet, he still hasn't woken from the anesthesia." Doc replied.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 4, 2010 23:19:21 GMT -8
Sonya blinked at the Russian word and drooped. "Alright. Do you have any idea when he'll wake?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 5, 2010 7:25:58 GMT -8
The russian blue shook his head. "It could be anywhere from thirty minutes to two hours."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 5, 2010 9:35:03 GMT -8
Sonya crossed his arms over his chest. "I want to stay then."
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