Joe Gibken ([personal profile] ajoeface) wrote2012-10-03 11:23 am

Catboy!AU: Cuddles are the Best Medicine, Part 3

[ooc: continued from here.]


Joe doesn't like him. For a start Sid greets him by saying, "Marvelous," and if that's his name, well. Joe just stares blankly.

Secondly he has to keep at the forefront of his mind that there could be the possiblity of abuse here, so he can't be swayed by that look of relief on this Marvelous's face when they appear at his front door. And there's also the way he can't seem to resist giving Sid a quick once over despite the situation, unthinking like a reflex. Joe can't really like anyone who looks at Sid the way he looks at Sid; with want. A prickle runs down his spine, and he's thankful nobody can see the way his hair stands up on end beneath his shirt. It isn't entirely fair of him to get all territorial about this, not when things between him and Sid are... complicated. And especially not right now when he has a job to do! So Joe reminds himself calmly that yes, maybe Marvelous is exuding that faint but persistent human sex musk under his cloying aftershave (okay, it isn't really that cloying - living with a catperson there's no way he could lay it on too thickly without them likely having respiratory issues in response), but Sid not only isn't himself, he hasn't even seemed to notice Marvelous eyeing him up.

It's not important right now. Joe nods shortly as Sid introduces him and lets Sid handle all the talking. Of course it will be better to hear from this catperson - Don - himself his version of events, but Sid likes to scope out the situation as much as possible so that he's prepared. Especially since he won't be approaching Don straight away.

Sid then explains again to Marvelous the purpose of Joe's presence here, and Joe can feel the prickle of his fur rising up again as he waits for Marvelous's response. He hasn't been able to completely discard the natural instinct just because he's met a few nice humans at the clinic. Marvelous looks over at him, but Joe can't actually read his expression. It isn't outright disapproving, but perhaps he's just good at hiding that.

"Have you got a problem with it?" Joe asks, trying to sound blank instead of confrontational - that wouldn't help at all.

"No, I just don't know if he'll like it," Marvelous says. He does actually look quite concerned. Which just goes to show how little he actually knows about catpeople. Joe feels sorry for him, briefly, but it passes.

"I'll be careful," Joe promises. He shares a silent nod with Sid before entering the main room of the house properly on his own.

There's a golden-haired purebred sitting on the sofa with his foot propped up in front him, staring at him wide-eyed. Joe stuffs down all the potential ways he could judge Marvelous for having a purebred for further examination later on. Joe has grown up hearing plenty about purebreds, but he's never met one, and he's fairly sure none of the catpeople he was brought up with had either, so everything he's ever learnt about them could all be the stuff of rumours. And it could just as easily be true.

He hangs right back at first, leaving plenty of distance between himself and Don so as not to seem to be flagrantly invading his territory. Don's scent is all over the house - not that Joe is able to pinpoint it in every room, but the fact that his scent isn't restricted at all means he isn't either. Some catpeople in his experience have been confined to certain areas of the house, though that isn't always a sign of abuse, sometimes it's just a standing arrangement that works for everyone involved.

A minute or two is more than long enough for Don to catch his scent - he doesn't even need a full minute for that in reality. Joe moves towards him with a steady pace, not rushing. He thinks he can see Don trembling as he approaches, but if he is in fear of what might happen then Joe hesitating over this will only put it off longer. He knows his ears and tail are visibly held in non-threatening positions, too, which should help.

Joe glances briefly at Don's ankle, then takes a seat at one end of the sofa, leaving plenty of space between himself and Don. Between humans who don't know one another (or between humans and catpeople), initiating physical contact this quickly is an action limited to and only acceptable in very particular social situations. Between catpeople it's a different story. Joe has no concerns about bridging the gap between himself and Don by laying his tail across Don's thigh and letting it move back and forth lightly at the end.

Joe doesn't say things like, you can trust me, because if anyone is to believe that they don't need to be told it outright. He doesn't even introduce himself, or say anything yet. He just looks at Don openly as he gives Don a chance to decide what he'll make of this. It's fairly instinctive for catpeople to reach out for the comfort of another, but some really are too suspicious and have suffered too much mistreatment for that, and Joe doesn't like to make assumptions.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-03 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Don jumps a little when the doorbell rings, his instincts telling him to hide but his injury keeping him from being able to. Marvelous takes a moment to comfort him with a gentle hand in his hair and a promise that everything will be alright before he gets up to answer the door. Even as much as Don trusts Marvelous, he still can’t help being afraid.

It’s okay, he tries to reassure himself, Marvelous is here, he won’t let anything bad happen. If he trusts the doctor, then you can too.

But he’s been in so many scary situations that he can’t completely keep himself from being scared, even knowing that Marvelous is here to protect him. He’s hurt, and there’s a strange human here. It’s only natural for him to be scared.

After a moment he hears footsteps approaching, and hunches in on himself a little, his heart pounding as he tries to brace himself. But the person who comes in first isn’t the doctor, or even Marvelous.

It’s another catboy.

Marvelous had said something about that, when he’d gotten off the phone earlier, but he’d mentioned it so briefly and Don had been so caught up in his pain and his fears that it had barely registered. It’s almost a surprise, though it shouldn’t be.

The other catboy doesn’t move for a minute, just stands there and lets Don look at him. He’s big, taller than Don with broad shoulders and strong muscles, but his posture isn’t threatening at all. He’s very clean and well-groomed, with long black hair tied back and sleek fur on his ears and tail. From his body language, he looks curious and friendly, the tip of his tail twitching with interest. And when Don catches his scent, he doesn’t detect any malice or deceit, just kindness and an earnest desire to help.

Don’s ears twitch up slightly, his curiosity piqued, though he still trembles a little as the catboy approaches him. He hasn’t been around another catperson in a long time (the other ones who were at the store when he and Marvelous went out to buy clothes didn’t count; they weren’t trying to interact with Don), and he’s just not sure what to make of this catboy yet. But it’s so nice to be around the familiar, easy to read scent of another catperson, to not have to puzzle over his intentions like with humans. It’s relaxing.

The catboy sits down on the couch beside Don and gives Don a moment to get used to his presence before laying his tail over Don’s thigh, stroking softly back and forth. A soft noise slips out of Don’s throat. He’d forgotten how nice it could feel to have physical contact with another catperson, even as small a gesture as this. It’s like some little long-neglected part of him is opening up again, a need that’s gone unfulfilled for so long that he’d forgotten about it, and now that he’s been reminded of it, it’s overwhelming. Instantly he wants to touch the other catboy back.

Don reaches down to stroke the other boy’s tail with the back of his hand. His fur is smooth and cool - in spite of the length of his ponytail, he’s a shorthair. It’s just a little touch, but Don feels a lump forming in his throat at just how good it feels to touch another catperson again after so long. He moves his own tail to let it brush down the length of the other catboy’s arm, and looks up at him curiously.

“W-what’s your name?” he asks, still petting the other boy’s tail.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-03 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
“Joe,” Don repeats softly. Joe has a very nice voice - low and gentle, soothing to listen to. When Joe moves closer, Don wants to do the same, but can’t with his foot propped up the way it is. Instead, he reaches out his free hand and touches Joe’s arm, hesitantly at first but more confidently when he sees how receptive Joe is to his touch, feeling the warmth of Joe’s skin beneath his fingers.

Don feels his heart pound as Joe starts talking about the doctor, but what he says isn’t what Don had expected at all. He won't touch you if you don't want him to. That much is surprising in itself; Don had thought he would have to let the doctor touch him. He hadn’t thought he’d have any choice. But the way Joe says it makes it sound like it’s all up to Don, and like his choice would be respected.

And the fact that Joe works with him all the time to help the patients feel comfortable and safe eases Don’s fears, too. He’s never seen a veterinarian who had a catperson working with them; even when he lived at the training center as a kitten, the human doctors there had always worked alone. It’s reassuring to think that this doctor, whoever he is, would think about catpeople’s needs enough to want to have a catperson working alongside him.

When Joe asks whether there’s anything Don would like to ask him, Don isn’t sure what to say. Not because he can’t think of anything to ask, but because there are so many things he wants to ask he doesn’t know where to start! He stalls for time by moving his hand to the hem of Joe’s shirt and tugging it gently, trying to encourage him to come closer so that they can touch more. “Would... would he really...” Don looks up at Joe, his ears lowered submissively. “He really wouldn’t touch me, if I said I didn’t want him to?” He brushes his tail against Joe’s arm again. “And you’ll be here the whole time?”

He’ll be able to help you better if you think you could try, Joe had said, and Don is starting to think that maybe, if this doctor is as considerate as Joe says, and if Joe is here to help, he might be able to be brave and let the doctor examine his injury.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-05 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe Don shouldn’t feel so relaxed around someone he’s just met. But it’s always been easy for him to relax around other catpeople, with their warmth and their reassuring scents, and their natural inclination toward physical affection. He doesn’t have to know Joe well to be able to trust his intentions; the fact that he’s offering comfort is even more clear from his scent than it is from his words. And Joe seems to be as open to touch as Don is, moving closer when Don tugs on his shirt so that he can rest his cheek atop Don’s head. It’s a very tender gesture, one he and his nestmates had often done with each other when they were little. Don turns his head so that he can rest it on Joe’s shoulder, whimpering softly as a dull throb of pain spreads up his ankle.

It’s reassuring to hear the way Joe talks about the doctor, like he thinks of him as more of a trusted friend than a boss or an owner. Joe even calls him by his first name, which is possibly the most reassuring of all. Don had always been taught that catpeople must show proper deference to humans, and not address them by their first name unless explicitly given permission to do so. Outside of the caretakers at the training center, Don has only met two humans who didn’t want him to address them as “sir,” and they’ve also been the most kind and trustworthy humans Don has known. He doesn’t think it’s a coincidence.

Don slips his tail around Joe’s back, still clinging to Joe’s shirt as he leans into him. “Thank you for coming,” he says. Just being in contact with Joe is helping him relax, and his trembling is gradually fading. He’s still a little scared, but not in the panicked way he’d been earlier. “I-I think...” He clenches his fingers tighter in the fabric of Joe’s shirt. “I think I’d be okay... letting him look at me now.” Don nuzzles Joe’s shoulder and brushes his tail up Joe’s back. “I won’t be scared if you’re here.”
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-06 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
Joe wraps an arm around Don’s shoulders, and Don feels that much better for it. It’s wonderful to be held close by another catboy, who feels so warm and strong and safe. Don nuzzles his shoulder a little longer before he hears footsteps coming into the room and looks up.

It’s Marvelous. He smiles at Don as he comes over, and Don smiles back a little, lifting his head from Joe’s shoulder. Marvelous crouches down beside him to ask if he’s alright, and while Joe’s presence has made things much, much better, it’s not as though Don doesn’t want Marvelous with him too. “Yes,” says Don, “just...” He moves his hand from Joe’s tail to reach out for Marvelous. “Can you sit with me?” he asks, tugging at Marvelous’s sleeve. Marvelous takes his hand and squeezes gently, then sits down beside him, so that Don has Joe on one side of him and Marvelous on the other. Don can’t think of a safer place to be than this.

The doctor comes over to them, sitting down on the table in front of them. Don shies away a little out of instinct, lowering his ears and holding onto Marvelous and Joe a bit tighter, but he’s not nearly as scared as he would be without them. And the doctor doesn’t look scary like Don had been expecting, either. He’s tall and broad like Marvelous, but he sits down quickly to put himself at Don’s eye level, and his smile is so kind and gentle that it makes Don’s chest go warm.

“Hi,” he says, relaxed and calm, not making any move to touch Don. “You’re Don, right? My name is Sid Bamick. I’m here to help you.”

Don takes another look at Sid. He’s younger than Don had anticipated, probably not too much older than Marvelous, though there are already streaks of white in his black hair. Don can’t detect any malice or deceit in his scent, either - he seems just as kind as Joe had said. “N-nice to meet you, Doctor Bamick...” He resists adding sir at the end, hoping it’s the right thing to do and that he’ll be rewarded for that little act of bravery.

The doctor smiles at him again. “You can call me Sid if you like, I don’t mind. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Don nods, feeling relieved. “Okay.” He perks up his ears a little. “Thank you for coming, Doctor Sid.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” says Doctor Sid, and Don thinks he feels Joe nodding in agreement beside him. “I just want to do whatever I can to help you feel better.” Don believes him; his voice is warm and reassuring, and he has the most sincere face Don has ever seen on a human. “Can you tell me what happened to your ankle? You don’t have to if you really don’t want to, but it’ll help me know more about what’s wrong if you can.”

Don leans into Joe for support. “I was getting the pasta out of the high cupboard for lunch,” he says, doing his best to hold his voice steady. “And the chair I was standing on broke, a-and I fell, and landed on my foot the wrong way.” He bites his lip as his ankle flares with pain again. “It really hurts.”

Doctor Sid nods thoughtfully. “Is the ice helping with the pain?”

“Yes,” says Don. “It was much worse before. B-but I don’t think it’s broken.”

“Is it alright for me to touch it?” asks Doctor Sid. “I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

Don feels his chest go tight. It’ll hurt to have his ankle examined, but Doctor Sid won’t be able to tell exactly what’s wrong with it if he doesn’t. He thinks of Marvelous asking him to be brave, of Joe asking him if he thinks he can try. “It’s alright,” he says, drawing strength from their presence beside him.

“Okay,” says Doctor Sid. “Thank you for trusting me. I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can, and if you need me to stop, just tell me, and I’ll stop right away.” He turns to look at Joe. “Joe, can you help him move his leg so I can have a look at it?”
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-06 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
Joe guides Don’s hand away from his shirt and strokes his back one more time before getting into place to help him move his leg. Don brushes his fingers over the soft fur of Joe’s tail again to try to calm himself. He leans over to lay his head on Marvelous’s shoulder, so that he can hide his face if he needs to.

“I’m ready,” he says, and shuts his eyes tight.

Someone lifts the makeshift ice pack off his ankle, and Don lifts his leg up from the cushion, trying not to aggravate his ankle, which is already starting to throb again. He feels Joe’s hands move to brace his leg at his thigh and calf, so that the touch isn’t too close to his swollen ankle. Don bites back a whimper as Joe helps him elevate his leg further, and he hears Doctor Sid pick up the cushion and scoot over. Joe guides his leg back down, moving it slowly, until Don feels the cushion beneath it again. He gasps sharply at the pain of laying his ankle down, and clings tighter to Marvelous for comfort. Marvelous holds him close like he’d done earlier, and Don is able to relax and exhale again, the pain fading as the ice pack is put back on his ankle.

Don opens his eyes again, peering up from Marvelous’s shoulder, and sees that his foot is now resting in Doctor Sid’s lap, with the cushion beneath it. Doctor Sid smiles that gentle smile at him again. “You’re doing really well,” he says. “Do you want to rest a minute before I start?”

Don bites his lip and nods. “Yes, please.” He needs to have Joe pressed right beside him again before he’ll be ready for the worst of it, after all, and he could use a moment to catch his breath. He rubs Marvelous’s shoulder with his cheek a little, holding his hand tightly in one of his own while reaching back for Joe with the other.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-06 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Don feels Joe move close to him again, so that he’s pressed against Don’s side, his hand laid gently on top of Don’s. A moment later Joe’s other hand is nestled in Don’s hair, petting him softly. Don sighs softly, taking comfort in both Joe’s touch and Marvelous’s. And then Joe’s fingers find their way to the base of Don’s ear and start to massage there.

“O-oh,” Don whimpers, leaning into Joe’s touch. Don’s ears are very sensitive, and he usually feels a little aroused from having his ears rubbed, but at the moment he’s too distracted by his pain for it to be anything besides purely soothing. He’s sure that’s all Joe means by it, too, because this isn’t at all the setting for courting gestures, so he tries not to be too vocal about how nice it feels. If not for the pain in his ankle, Don would probably be purring and content, with both Joe and Marvelous touching him so tenderly.

I know you can do this, you’re being so brave, says Marvelous, and Don lifts his head a little to look back at Doctor Sid again.

“Y-you can start now, I’m okay,” he says, holding tight to Marvelous and Joe to brace himself.

Doctor Sid nods and takes the ice pack off his ankle again. “If it hurts too much, please tell me.” He lays one broad hand on Don’s calf, above the swelling, and it actually feels kind of nice - Don can feel the strength in his hand, but he’s so gentle that it feels more protective than anything. He rests his other hand on Don’s heel, and it doesn’t hurt exactly, but it does make Don more aware of the vulnerability of his injury. “Are you able to move your foot at all?” Doctor Sid asks. “If you can, try pulling your foot back like you’re going to point your toes straight at the ceiling. Just a little is okay, you don’t have to push too hard.”

Don bites the inside of his lip and takes a deep breath. He does as Doctor Sid had asked, flexing the muscles in his ankle to draw his foot back slightly, trying not to whimper too loudly at how much it hurts to do so.

“Okay, that’s enough,” says Doctor Sid, his voice soothing. “You can relax it now.” He braces Don’s foot with his palm as Don relaxes. “You did great, Don, thank you for trying.”

Don takes another moment to catch his breath, tears pushing at the corners of his eyes. “D-did that help?”

“Yes, it did,” says Doctor Sid. “Because you can move your foot, and your ankle doesn’t out of place at all, I’m nearly positive it’s not broken. If it’s alright, though, I’d like to feel the injury for a moment, just to make sure I’m not mistaken. Would that be okay?”

Don nods. He definitely doesn’t want to risk a broken bone going untreated. “Yes, it’s alright,” he says, trying to sound brave, but his voice wavers a little as he says it, betraying his nervousness.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-10-06 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Don’s cheeks go a little flushed when Joe and Marvelous remind him not to try to be too tough. It’s nice to hear that they won’t think badly of him if he admits that it hurts, and also a good reminder that he ought to be more careful not to overtax himself. “Thank you,” he says, meaning it for both of them. “I’ll say something if it really hurts.” He thinks that’s a very real possibility, with Doctor Sid wanting to examine his injury more closely. He holds on to Marvelous and Joe, and tries his best to prepare himself.

“It’s not going to feel good, and I’m very sorry about that,” says Doctor Sid, giving Don that deeply sincere look again. “But I promise it’ll all be over soon. You’ve been doing great, just hang in there a little longer, okay?”

Don nods to indicate his readiness, and Doctor Sid gives his knee a little pat before moving his hands down to Don’s ankle, wrapping them around it very lightly. Don flinches at having his injury touched, but Joe and Marvelous are right there to comfort him.

Then Doctor Sid starts to move his hands up the swollen part of Don’s leg, squeezing gently at short intervals to feel the bones underneath. He’s not applying all that much pressure, but Don’s ankle protests being handled, and Don can’t help whimpering in pain, even starting to tremble a little as Doctor Sid’s hands move to more tender spots. Don knows he’s doing the best he can to make it go quickly, but it seems to take ages. Finally he touches a spot that sends a sharp spike of pain through Don’s muscles, and Don yelps out loud.

“Oh, ouch, please stop,” he whimpers. The tears that have been in the corners of his eyes spill out and run down his cheeks. “I-it hurts too much right there.”

Doctor Sid stops and moves his hands away. “I’m so sorry, Don, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He lowers his hands to his sides and leans forward a bit. “Is right there where it hurts the worst?”

“Y-yes,” stammers Don, clinging tight to Marvelous and Joe.

“Okay,” says Doctor Sid. “In that case, I don’t think I need to check any further. I’ve checked the worst of the swelling, and I haven’t found any damage to your bones, so I’m confident that it’s only a sprain. All I need to do is bandage it up to stabilize it, and give you some medicine to help with the pain, and we’ll be all done.” He smiles. “Thank you for being so brave, Don. Let’s take another minute for you to rest, and then I’ll do the bandaging.”
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[personal profile] foodispriority 2012-10-06 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Marvelous knew a fair amount about Sid before he walked through the door, thanks to his friendliness and willingness to chat about almost anything in the middle of a coffee shop, but he hadn't ever seen Sid practicing medicine before now. Sid has got the kind of bedside manner that meshes perfectly with Don's personality; plenty of praise, and encouragement, and reassurance. Marvelous couldn't have picked better if he had already known. It's not really thanks to him that this has worked out so well, but he can't help patting himself on the back for it anyway, figuratively.

"That was good," he says by Don's ear, loosening his arms from around Don so that he can runs hands up down Don's arms; he isn't shivering but the pain has worked him up a bit again, and Marvelous is worried that he'll start to tremble from pain or shock. "That was really good. The worst is over now, see? You're gonna be all better soon."

He's babbling again, he knows. He just throws a glare Joe's way that dares him to comment on it. But Joe has been really quiet the majority of the time, almost sullen. Don seems to like him a lot though. Marvelous isn't entirely sure what to make of that; whether he should be hurt or offended by the fact that he had walked in and found Don cuddled up to Joe like they were old friends within just a few minutes. It's not really something he wants to get angry about when Don is injured and vulnerable like this though. He's doing his best to be supportive instead.

"Should he stay off his foot once it's bandaged?" Marvelous asks Sid whilst they're giving Don a moment to breathe and settle down again. "And how long for?" He's already trying to recall his schedule for the next couple of weeks. He hadn't spared a thought for it earlier, too panicked and concerned with making sure Don was cared for, but he may have to do that for longer than just today in regards to his injury. He needs to be prepared. "I'll take care of you," he says, looking at Don. Otherwise he might start to panic about that too.

(Marvelous thinks sometimes Don forgets he used to live alone before Don turned up on his doorstep. Though to be fair the living standards have improved ten times over since.)
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-11 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Don whimpers softly as Marvelous strokes his arms, calming him down with gentle touches and words of comfort as the pain in his ankle subsides. Don would like nothing more right now than to just throw his arms around Marvelous and bury his face in Marvelous’s chest, but he knows he can’t do that just yet. So instead he lies his forehead on Marvelous’s shoulder and clings to his shirt for a minute. “Thank you, Marvelous,” he says, after Marvelous promises to take care of him while he recovers.

“He’ll need to stay off of it for at least a couple of weeks,” says Doctor Sid in response to Marvelous’s question. “I’ll want to do a check-up around then, to make sure it’s healing alright. If it’s going to be a problem for you not to be able to get up, Don, we can get you a set of crutches to use. You don’t have to decide any of that now, though.”

Don nods. “O-okay,” he says. He lifts his head up and looks back at Joe. “Will you be coming for the check-up too, Joe?” He gives Joe’s hand a little squeeze. Please say yes, he begs inwardly. Joe is so nice, and so comforting to be around. Don knows he couldn’t have handled the examination nearly as well without him, and knowing he’ll be around in the future will make the rest of the process much less scary.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-18 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
Don smiles a little when Joe promises to come back for the check-up. He feels that much braver just knowing he’ll get to see Joe again, that he won’t have to go it alone. Not that he’d be alone, exactly, with Marvelous there, and it’s not that Doctor Sid hasn’t been kind and gentle to him, but the whole situation is so much less scary with another catboy there to reassure him that there’s nothing to be afraid of, and everything is going to be alright. Don leans over to nuzzle Joe’s shoulder for a moment. “Thank you,” he says.

He straightens back up and looks at Doctor Sid, and takes a deep breath before speaking again. “You can do the bandaging now, I-I’m ready.”

Doctor Sid smiles warmly at him. “Alright,” he says. “You’re doing really well, Don. It’ll be all done in a minute.” He opens his white medical supply box and takes out a roll of white bandaging. “I’m going to wrap it a little tight, so that it’ll stabilize your ankle properly, but if it feels too tight and you’re uncomfortable, please tell me.” He starts to wrap the bandaging around Don’s foot, slowly working his way up toward Don’s ankle. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but Don can feel the pressure of it, and he clings to Joe and Marvelous again as it’s applied. “Do you have any allergies to medicines that you know of?” Doctor Sid asks as he works on the bandaging.

Don thinks back to his veterinary treatments at the training center, and the few times he’d gone for checkups when he’d lived with the professor. “Not that I know of, no,” he replies. “Usually if I needed a painkiller I’d just get a dose of, um...” He frowns, trying to call to mind the exact name of the drug. “Feloxiden, I think, and I never had a problem with it.”

Doctor Sid nods. “Alright. I was planning to give you a stronger version of Feloxiden anyway, so that shouldn’t be a problem. Of course, if you’re still hurting even after taking it, I’ll want you to come into the clinic in person so I can do another couple of tests and prescribe you something stronger. But I don’t think you need to worry about that.” He wraps the bandage up past the swollen part of Don’s ankle and fastens it shut at the top. “There you go. Once we’ve gone, put the ice back on it again, and alternate it on and off every fifteen minutes so you don’t get too cold. But for now, you’re all done.” He smiles again. “Thank you for being so brave, Don. You’ve been a very good patient.”

Don blushes. “Th-thank you for your help, you’re a very good doctor...”

“I’m glad you think so,” says Doctor Sid, “and it was my pleasure.” He turns back to Joe. “Joe, can you help Don lift his leg up again?”
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-19 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
Don only whimpers slightly as Joe helps him lift his leg up again so that Doctor Sid can move from beneath him. When Joe brings Don’s foot back down to rest on the cushion again, it feels better than before just from having the bandage around it. “Yes, that’s good,” he says. “Thank you, Joe.” He swishes his tail over to brush it down Joe’s arm as a sign of his thanks.

Doctor Sid reaches into his medical kit again and pulls out a small box. “Here you are,” he says. “This is a two-week supply of Mirafel-D. It’s the same drug as Feloxiden, just in a higher concentration. Take one after every meal, and that should keep the pain down while you recover.” He hands the box to Don with a smile. “You did really well today, Don. You’ll be better in no time.” He hesitates a moment before asking, “Would you mind if I petted your hair a little? It’s okay if you don’t want me to, I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“Oh!” Don’s cheeks go a little warm. “I don’t mind, that would be nice.”

Doctor Sid smiles again and reaches out to pet Don’s curls, his broad hand staying squarely in the middle of Don’s head and not moving toward his ears. His touch is gentle, and it’s very pleasant. “You’ve been a very good, brave boy,” he says softly, and Don can’t help smiling, his chest going warm from hearing such praise.

“Thank you,” says Don, blushing even more than before.

“You’re welcome.” Sid gives Don one last pat before lowering his hand and turning to Marvelous. “As for payment,” he says, “we have lots of different payment options, to work with whatever you need. Do you have insurance coverage for Don?”
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[personal profile] foodispriority 2012-11-19 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
Marvelous could just kiss Sid for doling out painkillers to Don; having to deal with the fact that Don was suffering for an extended period would have just about torn him apart. Watching him flinch and whimper but insist everything was okay regardless. Don might do some of that still anyway, but Marvelous will know he isn't suffering in such an extreme way as he would have been if they'd just fumbled through on their own. It's been well worth calling in the favour and potentially owing Sid one back for this.

(He would kiss Sid anyway, but that's beside the point.)

He is still so relieved at the way Don has been able to relax so easily in Sid's presence; a lot of that has to do with Joe, apparently, but Sid himself knows just the way to delight Don and make him feel good. He reaches out to pet Don's hair, and Don does love physical affection. It doesn't take him long to request it or accept it once he has warmed to someone. Once Sid pulls away again Marvelous can't help but want to pick up where he left off, reaching up to the back of Don's neck to push fingers into the curls at his nape and massage the skin there gently to soothe him.

It's at that moment that Sid turns to him and mentions payment, which of course he had been expecting. What stumps him, though, is the insurance part. His brain puts together the pieces pretty quickly: when people own a catboy or girl as a possession or pet they'd insure them the same way. But Marvelous doesn't own Don.

"I don't," he says smoothly, because it isn't a problem, he can afford to pay. And then, "I mean, I don't own Don, so I wouldn't have anyway."
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-19 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Don’s heart clenches in his chest at the mention of insurance. Even Marvelous’s hand on the back of his neck isn’t enough to make the sudden feeling of dread go away. His throat goes tight and he’s unable to speak for a moment, so it’s Marvelous who answers first, and of course he tells Sid that he doesn’t have insurance for Don, because he doesn’t own him, but Don knows it’s also because there are things Don still hasn’t told him yet.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” says Doctor Sid, looking embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to assume, that was really rude of me. I’m very sorry.” He pauses a moment before continuing. “So, no insurance, then?”

Don’s heart sinks. He’d hoped he could keep this a secret for longer - maybe forever - but he’d never stop feeling guilty about it if he didn’t say something now, especially since it might make a difference financially. He has to speak up. “Um,” he says softly, “a-actually, I... I have some insurance.” He looks down at his lap, his ears drooping. “All the purebreds at the center where I grew up got lifetime policies as part of our adoption package, b-but... I don’t know if it’s valid anymore, since. Since I emancipated.” He bites the inside of his lip and waits for the others to respond, sure they aren’t going to react favorably to hearing that he’s a purebred.
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[personal profile] foodispriority 2012-11-19 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Marvelous meets Sid's apology with a simple nod - he's sure it's an understandable mistake to make, to assume a human who seems responsible for the catboy he's with is his owner, but maybe there's a faux pas here he is missing, having the least experience with catpeople out of everyone in the room. He decides to keep his mouth shut in regards to it and if need be it can be explained to him later, privately.

Don skips over it too anyway, in favour of the insurance issue. His voice falters a few times as he speaks.

"Don, it's not a problem if you don't want to use the insurance," Marvelous says, reaching out for Don's hand and taking it into his. "If it is actually still valid." Even if Don hadn't told him before about his past and that he hadn't liked the centre he'd grown up in Marvelous would've been able to hear the reluctance in his voice at the mention of it right now. So he probably doesn't want to go back there, or even get in contact with them to check either way. That makes sense. It's not something to be ashamed of.

"I would've paid anyway," Marvelous continues, hoping to reassure Don as much as possible. "I was going to. So don't worry about that. I promise you don't have to go back there if you don't want to."

That should do it, surely.

When he glances around he notices Joe is just looking at them curiously, as if waiting to see how things are going to play out. He doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong, as such - he knows he hasn't - but it's a little odd.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-19 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Don blinks in surprise when Marvelous takes his hand and assures him that he doesn’t have to go back to the center, not even mentioning the purebred thing. Had he not heard Don properly?

“It’s not that,” says Don quickly, “I mean, it wasn’t even the center that was bad, the people there were really nice, it was just that we were purebreds so they were training us to do shows, a-and I really hated that, I didn’t want an owner who would make me do shows all my life... And we wouldn’t be going there anyway, my insurance papers are at the lawyer’s office, the one who handled my emancipation, along with my pedigree and everything, b-because I didn’t want to carry them on me anymore.” He stops for a moment, realizing he’s been babbling, and lowers his eyes again.

“I was scared that if I had them someone would try to take me and sell me,” he adds softly, clinging to Marvelous’s hand. “That was why I emancipated, too, because I thought that person would sell me because of my pedigree, and I didn’t want to be sold to a show trainer, or...” He trails off, not wanting to think about the other possibilities. “I’m sorry I never told you before.”
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[personal profile] foodispriority 2012-11-19 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Don seems to have forgotten anyone else is here at all anymore, and Marvelous is prepared to do the same if Don needs to have this out now. He could easily escort Sid and Joe out with promises to sort this out later, even slip some money Sid's way to tide them over and let him know they aren't trying to run out on the bill or anything (Marv may have done that in the past a few times in his life, but that was different entirely. That was alcohol and people at clubs who didn't put out) (and as if they can anyway, he invited Sid to his home for this!), but that would probably just leave them to speculate on what had happened anyway. Marv doesn't like the idea of anyone gossiping about Don, though he's fairly sure neither Sid or Joe would.

"I see," Marvelous says slowly. It's been a lot of information to try and take in, now that he realises it matters. Of course there's an importance to being a purebred, it's the same with animal breeds. So he can take what he knows from that and apply it here, to some extent? "It doesn't bother me that you didn't tell me. It doesn't change anything for me. It does," he says, smirking at Don despite the situation because he really can't help himself, "explain why you are so pretty though."

He then wraps his arm around Don's shoulder and pulls him close.

"Nothing like that is going to happen to you," he says. "You're safe here. And," it occurs to him to add this, just for the sake of clarity, "I wouldn't sell you for any price. You're worth much more than that to me."
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-19 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Don hadn’t known what kind of reaction to expect from Marvelous, but he definitely hadn’t expected this - for Marvelous to take in the new information so easily, and not even be bothered by it, before pulling Don close and holding him to his chest. You’re safe here, he says. And I wouldn't sell you for any price. You're worth much more than that to me.

“Oh, Marvelous,” cries Don, hiding his face in Marvelous’s shoulder. He’d been so scared to tell Marvelous that he was a purebred - he’s seen the way humans can change and show their true colors when money is involved, and as much as he trusts Marvelous, he’s been too frightened of the possibility of being sold to want to reveal his value. To hear Marvelous actually say that he’d never sell him, and that Don is worth more to him than any amount of money, makes Don’s heart feel so full it might burst from joy and relief. “Thank you,” he says, clinging to Marvelous’s shirt with the hand that isn’t clutching Marvelous’s own hand.

He rubs his cheek against Marvelous’s shoulder for a moment. “If you ever want to come with me to pick up the insurance papers and stuff...” he says, his voice soft, “I wouldn’t mind just keeping them here, so I can have my emancipation certificate and everything. And we could at least see if the insurance is valid still.” Don doesn’t want to make Marvelous pay any more for his treatments than he has to, after all, not when Marvelous has been so gracious as to pay all of his expenses from the moment he arrived on Marvelous’s doorstep.
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[personal profile] foodispriority 2012-11-19 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Marvelous doesn't take it personally that Don didn't tell him; he has no idea the sort of money people pay out in order to own catpeople (even when he simply thinks about that he finds himself gritting his teeth), but it is probably a ridiculous amount considering the sheer amount of stores and businesses that cater to their needs alone. That doesn't mean they're all treated right. Marvelous has had material things, and they're no substitute for somebody who cares. Or somebody you can care about in return. Bad enough imagining Don suffering that sort of fate, and that's nowhere near the worst possibility.

"You don't need to thank me for that," he says with a smile. Will Don ever break free of that habit? He looks at Don as he speaks, nodding along to his words; of course it would be better for Don to have possession of his own paperwork now that there's somewhere perfectly safe to keep it. He might need it, in situations like now.

"Hey, I'm all for the insurance covering the costs if it's still valid," Marvelous shrugs cheerfully, and then adds, "after all, we could be spending that money on much more fun things!" He winks down at Don and squeezes him gently.

He then looks up at Sid. "So we don't have the paperwork here, but we can get it settled within the next week I should think. And if it isn't valid I'll pay directly. Do you need a deposit to stand as surety in the meantime?"
moehakase: (don and navi)

[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-21 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Don is always so overwhelmed by Marvelous’s generosity - how he does so many wonderful things and then says that he doesn’t even expect Don to thank him! Don will never not be thankful, though; he doesn’t want to take anything Marvelous does for granted. And he definitely doesn’t want Marvelous to ever think that Don doesn’t appreciate all the things he does for him! So when Marvelous says Don doesn’t have to thank him, Don just nuzzles his shoulder a little more in response.

He can’t help smiling a little when Marvelous winks at him. It’s true, spending money on pretty clothes and naughty toys is much more fun than paying for medical expenses. Don tries not to blush too much at the thought of what specifically Marvelous might have in mind to buy. “Okay,” he says, and rests his head on Marvelous’s shoulder again. Don isn’t in any particular hurry to go out and get his paperwork back, especially not with his ankle the way it is, but he’s glad that it won’t be a liability for him anymore, and if the insurance is still valid, Don can do a little more to pull his own weight.

Marvelous asks Doctor Sid about the payment, whether they can defer it until they’ve. “There’s no rush,” replies Doctor Sid. “Don’t worry about getting the paperwork sorted out so quickly; Don needs to rest his ankle, after all. His recovery is what’s most important. We can work out the rest later. But I would appreciate a deposit right now, just to help us cover for the immediate expenses.” Doctor Sid stands up. “Can I ask you for that right now?”

Don isn’t exactly eager to let go of Marvelous, but he doesn’t want to cling and make him feel guilty, either, so he just gives Marvelous a little hug to convey that he’ll be alright before letting go. He can always cuddle up to Marvelous again later, after all, and maybe he can take this time to have a last snuggle with Joe before he and Doctor Sid have to leave.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-29 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Don’s ears droop when Marvelous and Doctor Sid get up to leave, but it’s not long before he feels Joe touching him again, one hand in Don’s hair as he asks how Don’s ankle is feeling.

“It’s a little better now,” he says, turning to look at Joe again. It’s really so nice to have another catperson around, especially one as gentle and friendly as Joe. Don shifts himself slightly in order to curl up to him again, leaning down to lay his head on Joe’s shoulder while wrapping his arms around Joe’s waist. He nuzzles Joe’s shoulder out of gratitude. “Thank you, Joe.”

Don just clings to him for a little while, taking comfort in the warmth of his body, the familiarity of his scent, before speaking again. “...I wish you didn’t have to go,” he says softly. “I hope you don’t think I’m too clingy, or that I’m just a silly purebred or something... I just want you to stay.” He hugs Joe a little tighter and looks up at him. “Promise I’ll get to see you again?” He knows he’s being selfish, asking so much of Joe, but he can’t help it; he’s missed having another catperson’s company, and Joe is just so wonderful. If not for the pain in his ankle, Don wouldd be purring in Joe’s arms right now.
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[personal profile] moehakase 2012-11-29 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Don lets out a soft sigh as Joe puts an arm around him and pets his hair. He listens to Joe’s explanation of why he has to go, what his job is, and of course it makes sense, given what Joe had told him earlier. And he doesn’t want to deny any other hurt kitties comfort by keeping Joe all to himself. “They’re very lucky,” he says, “having someone as kind as you to help them. You’re wonderful at helping.” He nuzzles Joe’s shoulder again. “I don’t think I could have been brave for Doctor Sid without you,” he adds quietly.

Joe promises to come back and see him again, and he sounds pretty serious about it. Don doesn’t think Joe is the kind of person who’d take promises lightly - he seems like he’d be very sincere about standing by his words, particularly to another catperson. Don smiles in spite of the pain. “Okay,” he says. “It’s a promise.” He’s relieved to hear that Joe doesn’t think purebreds are silly, as well. Don can only imagine how frivolous and spoiled they must look to other catpeople, so he’s glad that Joe isn’t judging him for it. “Thank you,” he says. He can feel himself starting to relax more as Joe holds him, his fingers stroking soothingly through Don’s hair. “I wish it didn’t matter so much to everyone,” Don continues. “I think we should all be treated nicely whether we have pedigrees or not.”
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[personal profile] moehakase 2013-01-09 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
Don smiles at hearing Joe call him brave. It hadn’t felt all that brave when he was telling Marvelous about his pedigree; he’d been scared, after all! But then, being brave doesn’t always mean not being scared, he’s learned. Sometimes it means being scared of doing something but doing it anyway.

“Yes, some humans aren’t very safe at all,” he says, snuggling a little closer to Joe. “But Marvelous is safe, and Doctor Sid, too. I’m so glad to have met them.” He closes his eyes and rests his head on Joe’s shoulder. “And I’m glad you have a nice human like Doctor Sid to work with.”

Maybe he dozes off for a minute or two; the next time he opens his eyes, he sees Marvelous and Doctor Sid standing over the two of them again. Which must mean it’s time for Joe to go. He gives Joe one more squeeze before sitting himself back upright to let him up. “Thank you again, Joe,” he says. He tugs at the fabric of Joe’s shirt. “See you soon?”