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Characters: John Watson, Kurapika
Location: Clinic
Rating: G
Time: November 22, Morning
Description: It was a particularly cold morning.
It was miserably cold outside, he thought feebly as he shuffled around the clinic. Not cold enough to warrant a heavier coat, but just enough to make his leg ache, given the nature of his work these days. Watson had just been to the hospital to request for additional supplies and choose some instruments himself, and he was regretting the chilly walk back very much.
It really was, he added to himself vaguely, willing himself to go through the motions of walking to warm himself and finding it unnecessarily painful. It would be good to brew some tea, but the kitchen seemed so far from his private corner of the clinic, and asking Holmes to do something as banal as to make him tea seemed atrocious. No, best stay there -- the temperature indoors would eventually raise as the day went by.
Despite his resolve to bear this mutely, Watson eventually progressed to climbing into his bed (coat and all) and huddling under the blanket, shivering slightly but more troubled by the pain. It was unbearable, almost. Just enough to not require painkillers, but too much to be extremely uncomfortable.
It would be nice, he thought, to not have to feel his leg for a while, or to have fur on his muzzle. He wasn't supposed to, had been warned most sternly about the dangers of changing so often, but Watson was severely tempted. Only for a little while, he promised himself. Just until he could manage the trip to the kitchen and the medicine box.
"Owow bowow canini." The change, as usual, came quickly, but the effects were near-instantaneous. The ache was perceptibly less now, his shivering almost gone. It was uncomfortable to be in his human clothes -- and mostly under the blanket, to boot -- but he couldn't manage the willpower to right himself, either. Instead, he lay slumped there, snuffling heavily at the pillow.
Location: Clinic
Rating: G
Time: November 22, Morning
Description: It was a particularly cold morning.
It was miserably cold outside, he thought feebly as he shuffled around the clinic. Not cold enough to warrant a heavier coat, but just enough to make his leg ache, given the nature of his work these days. Watson had just been to the hospital to request for additional supplies and choose some instruments himself, and he was regretting the chilly walk back very much.
It really was, he added to himself vaguely, willing himself to go through the motions of walking to warm himself and finding it unnecessarily painful. It would be good to brew some tea, but the kitchen seemed so far from his private corner of the clinic, and asking Holmes to do something as banal as to make him tea seemed atrocious. No, best stay there -- the temperature indoors would eventually raise as the day went by.
Despite his resolve to bear this mutely, Watson eventually progressed to climbing into his bed (coat and all) and huddling under the blanket, shivering slightly but more troubled by the pain. It was unbearable, almost. Just enough to not require painkillers, but too much to be extremely uncomfortable.
It would be nice, he thought, to not have to feel his leg for a while, or to have fur on his muzzle. He wasn't supposed to, had been warned most sternly about the dangers of changing so often, but Watson was severely tempted. Only for a little while, he promised himself. Just until he could manage the trip to the kitchen and the medicine box.
"Owow bowow canini." The change, as usual, came quickly, but the effects were near-instantaneous. The ache was perceptibly less now, his shivering almost gone. It was uncomfortable to be in his human clothes -- and mostly under the blanket, to boot -- but he couldn't manage the willpower to right himself, either. Instead, he lay slumped there, snuffling heavily at the pillow.