Lucas whimpered a bit. He'd never been to a vet before, and he wasn't sure what doctors did to animals that they didn't to humans.
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Aaliyah frowned, a little worried and anxious/
Suddenly, Lucas felt a sharp pain on his back. He tried to bite the hand that was injecting a syringe into him, growling and getting into a defensive position. He really hated needles, especially when he wasn't told they were coming.
“Poor doggo.”
"I'll wait in the hall." Thatcher said as he back out the operation room.
“I’ll… stay… or… leave? … I’ll stay.” Aaliyah muttered, crossing her arms.
Lucas continued growling, pressing himself against the cold wall and snapping at anyone who came close. After a minute or two though, he just collapsed on the table, unconscious. (Anesthetics btw)
"Whatever.." Thatcher muttered, watching as the door closed behind him.
“I should have left…” Aaliyah muttered, this was painful to watch.
(THIS IS PAINFUL TO READDDD. ;-;)
(Never come at Lucas with needles. He does not appreciate it)
One of the doctors picked up Lucas and lay him in the x-ray machine to see the extent of the damage. They seemed to have forgotten that Aaliyah was even there. The scan came up on the screen, showing several broken ribs and a cracked shoulder blade.
(Same, Lucas. U-U
Robby why must you hurt your children like so? ;-;)
Aaliyah sharply inhaled, ThAt DoEs NoT lOoK gOoD.
I like popcorn.' Thatcher thought, playing around with his tail, And butterfly's, I like popcorn butterfly's.'
(Because I'm sadistic?)
The vet began wrapping Lucas in bandages and put a cone over his head. "Can you bring your father back in?"
“My.. oh. Yep.” Aaliyah nodded, she popped her head out of the room, “Thatcher?”
(Gtg to bed now. Byeeeee)
(Aw bye bye! Cya!)
"Yes?" He asked, lifting his head off the seat.
“The doctors want you.”
"Ok.." Standing up, he followed his foster daughter into the operation room.
“He’s here.” Aaliyah said, hugging her doll closer.
"What is it doctor?" He asked, patting Aaliyah on the head.
"Well, have a look at this." The doctor gestured at the x-ray, and then to Lucas. "Your dog is badly injured, but he'll recover. You may take him home or leave him here if you'd like, though he doesn't seem quite fond of us."
"I'll take him home." Thatcher said, 'Oh shoot, I'm homeless.' he thought as he pet his 'son' on the head.
(Ripperoni)
Lucas stirred slowly and looked around. "What…? What is this?" He tried to pull the cone off with his forepaws.
“It’s a cone.”
"Why do I need it? It's stuck! Help!" He scratched at the cone desperately. "Oww! It's pulling on my skin!"
"Leave it." Thatcher said, placing his hand on his paw, "It there to help you."
“It’s uncomfortable, but it helps.”
Lucas seemed like he disagreed, but he ceased his struggling anyways and hung his head a bit, looking dejected. The cone felt like it was weighing him down, and he had a feeling he'd trip over it a lot.
"We're going to bring you home Lucas." Thatcher muttered, petting him.