[Northern Outpost] The Clinic is Open
House lounged back in the clinic office with his feet on the desk, tapping his cane irritably. His supply of Vicodin was growing dangerously thin, and he had already tried to sneak back into the hospital through the storage shed, hoping his watch kept the time as it ran in his world. He had found, however, that he could no longer leave Luciana behind; any attempt to do such resulted in such wrenching pain even his leg could not defer it, and he felt as though his heart was shattering. It was unthinkable; the idea had deeply rooted itself in his instincts that leaving Luciana even for a second was a torture he could not endure.
He scratched the top of her shaggy head as he thought. He couldn't go back himself now, not without having to explain himself. Princeton-Plainsboro had security cameras everywhere, and while the hospital was used to his eccentric behavior, bringing in a hyena might get his ass jumped, no matter how 'tame' she seemed.
Luciana bristled at the thought, and he patted her head reassuringly. Nobody tamed them.
He wasn't ready to tell Cuddy where he had been yet, or why he would forever after have a hyena following him around the hospital. He planned to put that off as long as possible. This was a boon of a safehaven for him. And, for the first time in his life, in finding Luciana, he did not feel cripplingly alone. He could not lose that. He *would not* lose that.
He knew some of the people--such as they were people--who had shown up did not have Daemons, but those who did were usually so outlandish they would draw just as much attention. The lanky, obnoxious skeleton who had tried to make friends came to mind. But he did know some people had daemons small enough to hide under clothing...
He sat back, still tapping his cane, bored out of his mind. He hoped none of those idiots out on the dragon hunt came back expecting him to sew them back together.
He scratched the top of her shaggy head as he thought. He couldn't go back himself now, not without having to explain himself. Princeton-Plainsboro had security cameras everywhere, and while the hospital was used to his eccentric behavior, bringing in a hyena might get his ass jumped, no matter how 'tame' she seemed.
Luciana bristled at the thought, and he patted her head reassuringly. Nobody tamed them.
He wasn't ready to tell Cuddy where he had been yet, or why he would forever after have a hyena following him around the hospital. He planned to put that off as long as possible. This was a boon of a safehaven for him. And, for the first time in his life, in finding Luciana, he did not feel cripplingly alone. He could not lose that. He *would not* lose that.
He knew some of the people--such as they were people--who had shown up did not have Daemons, but those who did were usually so outlandish they would draw just as much attention. The lanky, obnoxious skeleton who had tried to make friends came to mind. But he did know some people had daemons small enough to hide under clothing...
He sat back, still tapping his cane, bored out of his mind. He hoped none of those idiots out on the dragon hunt came back expecting him to sew them back together.