Doctor Tora looked at both the were-lion and were-rabbit as he announced his presence; looking at the two finishing breakfast with in the hospital safe room. Peter Talbot was recovering from a gunshot wound, while Helen Tompkins; the were-rabbit was his doctor and suffering from a heat cycle after being given the wrong were-birth control pills.
“I already examined Peter,” Helen speaking; “his abdomen is still tender and there is some noticeable discomfort when getting up.”
“What of his state of mind,” Doctor Tora questioning Helen.
“Under the assumption that he is fully healed,” Helen speaking; “we may heal fast, yet nerve and soft tissue damage does take time; even for us.”
“You said it was organs and bones,” Peter interjecting; “that take longer to heal than skin.”
“All true,” Tora answering; “we may be robust, but not invulnerable. Now if you don’t mind,” Tora producing a stethoscope and other medical instruments; “I need to give you both a full checkup.”
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“So when do I get to leave,” Peter grunting as he felt doctor Tora putting pressure on his abdomen, feeling how sensitive the wound still is.
Allowing the doctor to go through all the usual motions; checking his blood pressure, his breathing and the other usual examinations.
“Not for a few days,” Tora answering; “you still need time to recover.”
“Like hell,” Peter bristling at the thought of staying in the hospital any longer than necessary; “unless you are going to tie me down to a bed or keep me locked in this room, I’m heading home.”
“And just how do you intend to do that,” Doctor Tora glaring at Peter; “you are in your fursona and it’s after sunrise. Shifting will run the risk of your wound reopening and you have no change of clothes.”
“I can always dash off after dark,” Peter responding; “plus I have classes resuming tomorrow. I can’t miss them.”
“If you are so dead set at leaving,” Doctor Tora shaking his head; “then you need to call your family to make the required arraignments. But as for school,” Doctor Tora making a note in his charts; “no; I doubt Dean Myers is going to allow you to attend classes in your were-lion Fursona.”
Peter grumbles at the mention of Dean Myers; the were-tiger that runs Moon Lake College. Watching Tora Tachibana begin giving Helen Tompkins her examination.
“At least I can help my father out at home,” Peter grumbling; “assuming I’m allowed to crunch numbers and balance the books for his restoration shop.”
“Just don’t start hoisting engine blocks and stripping down the manifolds,” Tora examining Helen’s pupils; “no heavy labor for you and plenty of bed rest.”
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t over extend himself,” Helen speaking; “assuming of course I’m facing a suspension for my actions yesterday.”
Helen was referring to the fact that she succumbed to her baser urges and engaged in sexual congress with a patient. That patient being Peter Talbot; a were-lion that Helen at first found to be crude and immature with his advances towards her. Yet after spending the evening locked in the safe room; dealing with an intense heat cycle, Helen saw Peter in a new light. The were-lion was not only gentle and kind to her; Peter also took great care to compliment her features. Features most other men overlook; preferring to focus on her rabbit like ears and womanly assets.
“I won’t lie,” Tora speaking; “there will be a discussion with the board regarding your actions. However,” Tora putting the stethoscope down; “I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
“How so,” Helen answering; looking at the doctor as he requests an arm so he can draw some blood.
“You were under duress from taking the wrong medicine,” Tora speaking; “somehow you were given the wrong were-birth control pills. It’s what put you into a sever heat cycle,” Tora finishing up his examination; “a heat cycle that displayed the same symptoms of an incomplete transformation.”
“But I violated hospital rules,” Helen looking at the doctor; “surely those infractions are inexcusable regardless of the circumstances.”
“For now,” Tora doing his best to be a comforting as possible; “I wouldn’t worry about it so much. There are extenuating circumstances that are of great concern to Tachibana medical that will undoubtedly be taken into account. One such being,” Tora sighing; “that the pharmacist you got you pills from, made the were-birth control from scratch. The formula for such a contraceptive is a very closely guarded secret.”
“So what do I do until then,” Helen looking forlorn; “I doubt I’m medically clear to resume duties. Plus I need to pick up a new batch of pills so I don’t get pregnant.”
“Speaking of that,” Tora taking out a bottle and handing it to Helen; “a fresh bottle of birth control for you Helen. This batch is the proper formula for your were-rabbit fursona,” Tora speaking; “the previous batch you had was geared for a were-lioness.”
“And my prior statement,” Helen pressing the doctor; “about me being medically clear?”
“I’ll need to give you another checkup in a few days,” Tora responding; “despite injecting you with a concentrated does of the were-rabbit contraceptive yesterday, there is the chance you could be pregnant or will soon be. Until then; go home and rest up, head to the picnic if you are so inclined.”
Peter and Helen watch as doctor Tora leaves the room. The orderlies placing a few large robes with hoods in the room before leaving themselves.
“Why would doctor Tora leave two robes if he wanted me to stay and rest,” Peter grabbing one and handing the other to Helen.
“Perhaps he knew you were going to want to leave after we spent the night locked in this room,” Helen putting the white robe on; the oversized sleeves fully covering her furry arms and paws. The robes hem dragging onto the floor, ensuring no one get a look at the grey fur covering her legs and paw like feet.
“Whatever the doctor’s reason,” Peter putting on his robe; finding it to be a little snug thanks to his large frame, yet keeping his were-lion features obscured. “I need a phone so I can contact my dad,” Peter continuing his sentence; “and have him pick me up and take me home.”
“You’ll have to wait on that,” Helen opening the safe room door; “at least until I get to my locker and get dressed. I’ll be back in twenty or thirty minutes Peter,” Helen looking at the were-lion in his white robe.
“Hurry back,” Peter smiling as he sits back down on the bed; “my wife.”