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The genet Stephen had captured that afternoon had become surprisingly attached to him in the short time of their acquaintance, and refused to stay behind in his hut when it came time for his weekly clinic shift. Currently, it was perched upon his shoulder, for all the world like a tame animal, and looked over his shoulder while he read over the notes pertaining to the capture of the person responsible for the mysterious bites that had been plaguing the island of late.
He was most keen to examine the person in question, not certain whether she might be mad, suffering from some physical ailment, or another species entirely. It was certainly a curious situation; he had encountered madmen on board ship before, but never anyone suffering from the delusion that they were a vampire, and certainly he had never heard of a disease that might induce one to drink blood. Judging by the teeth which had inflicted the wound, he thought that she might well be of a species unknown to science, despite looking human to the untutored eye.
It was a great pity, he thought, as he turned another page of the report, that he could not publish the discoveries he had made here - not only the new species, but the peculiar magic of the island, the tales of other worlds, outer space and the future. But perhaps it was for the best; while the scientific world of his own time might welcome a monograph on unfamiliar varieties of freshwater fish, an account of how he was rescued from dinosaurs by unicorns would no doubt have him clapped in Bedlam.
The genet settled itself more comfortably on his shoulder, and emitted a most peculiar sound. It took him a moment to realize that the creature was purring, just like a cat. He scratched it absently behind the ears, and returned to his reading.
[It's your Thursday night clinic post! Especially for F, but others can tag too. Unlike F, the genet won't bite. ST/late tags welcome as always.]
He was most keen to examine the person in question, not certain whether she might be mad, suffering from some physical ailment, or another species entirely. It was certainly a curious situation; he had encountered madmen on board ship before, but never anyone suffering from the delusion that they were a vampire, and certainly he had never heard of a disease that might induce one to drink blood. Judging by the teeth which had inflicted the wound, he thought that she might well be of a species unknown to science, despite looking human to the untutored eye.
It was a great pity, he thought, as he turned another page of the report, that he could not publish the discoveries he had made here - not only the new species, but the peculiar magic of the island, the tales of other worlds, outer space and the future. But perhaps it was for the best; while the scientific world of his own time might welcome a monograph on unfamiliar varieties of freshwater fish, an account of how he was rescued from dinosaurs by unicorns would no doubt have him clapped in Bedlam.
The genet settled itself more comfortably on his shoulder, and emitted a most peculiar sound. It took him a moment to realize that the creature was purring, just like a cat. He scratched it absently behind the ears, and returned to his reading.
[It's your Thursday night clinic post! Especially for F, but others can tag too. Unlike F, the genet won't bite. ST/late tags welcome as always.]