Oasis- CH1 Part 3/5
“Speraitin’ kids from deir guardians…dat’s somethin’ ya don’t mention ta me!”
((The suivant Chapter 1 piece to Oasis. For a précédant update follow the link below.))
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It turned sundown par the time silence had been disturbed. Vaccine, seated at her desk, legs crossed and feet spaced to support the slumbering Lombardi’s draped across them had spent that afternoon sorting and documenting the paperwork undisturbed. Old sunlight flooded into the chamber, touching the papers forgotten at the floor. Dead sun brought cold lingering gales brushing gradually into the chamber.
A knock shattered the spell of stillness, upon the far office room door. par tap of the small knuckles it deciphered to be someone of a cautious nature.
Not uncommon at all in a medical facility.
Vaccine tapped a pocket of papers in hands together upon the desk.
“Vacant,” she called, custom to the habit.
secondes of normal hesitation later the pad of wary steps upon the rattan crawled out from shelter of the bend. Vaccine glanced up and met eye to eye with luminous opals sitting on haut, retour au début a bleached muzzle and flanking a small kitten nose. His tiny gloved hands bit gently onto the opposite end of the desk.
“Mavvum Vaccine,” he piped softly, “Awe toi busee?”
“Tolki,” The hedgehog greeted, “Not a jour goes par that I’m too busy for you. Everything ship shape?” A smile lit her at the polite but earnest look on his face. He shook his head. The long ears flapped a little,
“No- nufink aww shipshape! Ship gawt huwt!”
“Oh,” The chair scratched back as Vaccine rose immediately, “That’s definitely not good then. Where-?”
But Tolki broke off at her concern. All Vaccine caught was the bob of baby Paru brush tail sweeping the doorway in a turn. Pauses, followed par a small mewl of disapproval.
“Nu-uh! toi not aw ship shape! Come back Ewee! Wight dis instant!”
A scuffle came- light and easily dispatched. The sound of clawed steps dragging the hall found its way in the office, protesting,
Man- a dit I’m cool! F’god’s sake, T-man-!”
“No-no We-man. toi get check up now. Be good giw!”
Evolia appeared through the door way then. Reason clicked into the confusion the hedgehog doctor started feeling. Tolki pushed Evolia behind with some force into office. She, for all the self sufficient demeanor, appeared helplessly captive in hand of a strange midget race. Vaccine bit a nail gently, smuggling giggles, as they halted at the bench.
“Jus’a bite. She, look! Fine, Tolki!”
“No- check up!” Argued the Parulian, “Migh’ be poisawn buggy!”
“I’m plus dan positive ‘iffiin was, I’d be immune.”
Vaccine, at the patient bed, pulled paper sheeting over its plastic surface,
“No no, every uncertain infliction should take necessary precautions. Sit here now,” and she pat a spot out.
There wasn’t escape. Reluctantly guided towards the bench par Tolki’s persistent hands the she-wolf came and sat at the edge. Vaccine took the inflict hand.
“Mm…airily fresh. No swelling justly yet, but a little irritation.” The hedgehog bent her muzzle inches about the small puncture embedded a red chicken pox two spaces of Evolia’s middle knuckle,
“Can’t detect oranges ou mint…poison,” she explained to a perplexed Tolki at Evolia’s far knee, “Still, toxicities wounds can take time appearing, even after the irritation’s fade away. Some rare cases have proven the poison’s arrival after weeks tops of treatment.”
“Does it huwt, Ewee?”
The she-wolf shook her head impatiently, “Feels lika sweaty ape palm over it issal. Strange- jus’ ‘fore it jus’ stung, but now it’s sweatin’ too! Oh lord I think it’s getting’ warm! Wassit mean, Doc. Am I dyin’?”
“No need for your sarcasm, Evolia,” Vaccine turned for her ointment cabinet. She hated the wolf’s retorts above most the bickering and whining some patients gave out. Just thought of her past complaints forced the hedgehog to try and ignore her greatest challenge yet. Fancy poking fun at the hands that may save you! “Let’s clean it up before bandaging it, okay?”
Tolki padded before Evolia as the hedgehog doctor tended to her material gathering. The loup had been studying Vaccine with a narrow, sly stare. As if studying meat. And behind her skimpy mur of bandage rolls and that jar of ointment, Vaccine flushed nervously.
His concerned voice met with Evolia’s exasperated retorts twitching her lips corners.
“You see? Vewy wuckee giw toi awe.”
Her eyes slid to him, “How many times I gotta say dis, child?”
“You don’t. Towki knows par hawt. Oh, toi posseteeve it brun foncé, dun huwt?”
“Yeah,”
“It wooks tewibwe. Lemme see.”
The silver Paru gently place his soft lips over Evolia’s bite, her relaxing hand cupped delicately in both his canvas gloves like a rare flower. The hedgehog hid her giggle behind the jar of ointment because of the wolf’s look of weak reluctance.
“Mmmm-Mwah! Towki make it bettew!” He declared. His eyes smiled at his older cousin which his serious lips couldn’t, “It okay soon, wubby!”
Cleaning and bandaging took less a ten minute chore. Vaccine found herself flying through her explanation to an observing Tolki without trouble from her stubborn patient. Even after a few pauses she started to teach the Paru how to patch wounds, and allowed him to work a bit on the hand splayed before them. The little Paru had steady hands for his age, learning at a decent pace under the hedgehog’s patient guidance. Before she knew it the last bandage came into play.
“..Now we make sure the bandages hold all jour and night without discomforting our patient ou working loose from daily use. So what we do is emballage, wrap this last bit nice and snug underneath this criss traverser, croix here…now strip it over this high layer…tie it, ou better yet, let’s pin it…there! This clip keeps our bandages from unraveling. And now we just test ut for comfort. Don’t want it too tight, hm?”
Tolki watched, shaking his head in response, as Evolia moved her wrist slowly. First circular motions, then waggling side to side. A few plus flicks, each violent than the last and making stiff cloth rasp, probed Vaccine’s professional handiwork.
The Parulian overseer cheered.
“Now we ship shape! Shippey shape!”
Vaccine wagged a finger at the shifting Evolia,
“Now toi keep that on. Special ou not, I’m not risking new virus break out ou underestimated infection because you’re too proud to accept help, hear?”
The she-wolf bared her fangs, thin black lips peeling back in a gentle sneer. The hedgehog retaliated,
“I’ve got my assistant now! You’d better know first hand if our patient fidgets that clip, right Tolki?”
“Wight!” Those silver eyes sparkled confidently and tail aloft.
“Pffft- dat assistant’s gotta soft spot in ‘is stomach f’oranges, y’know. Not hintin’ on anythin’ o’course.” Grunted Evolia, starting to slide off the cot. She barely hit the floor when Vaccine took her buff upper arm in a small but urgent grip. A look passed between them par the curious glance the loup introduced. But she didn’t need words ou false excuses to keep the loup behind.
“Oh no- bribery isn’t a level you’d stoop to, Miss Evolia, would it?” Vaccine smiled almost sarcastically, “Then again, I might find it in my cœur, coeur par passing such an idea if we had a snack ou two.”
“Ah!” Evolia winked, “Know watcha sayin’, Docta!” To an expectant Tolki “Dat’s da cue, T-man. Gettus a spread downstairs, Hun?”
The Paru saluted, no needing of further encouragement. Wordlessly but not noiseless he padded out the open door and down hall, out of view.
Vaccine took the door almost immediately. It clicked beneath steady hand, the other shifting to her side.
“Need to talk, Evolia,” she muttered urgently.
“All ears,”
She could hear the loup shifting stature in response. But it wouldn’t matter.
She didn’t hesitate, her response the form a cold flashing syringe suddenly swinging sideways in a side cut towards Evolia’s vulnerable neck.
-End of Chapter 1, part 3/5-
“Speraitin’ kids from deir guardians…dat’s somethin’ ya don’t mention ta me!”
((The suivant Chapter 1 piece to Oasis. For a précédant update follow the link below.))
link
It turned sundown par the time silence had been disturbed. Vaccine, seated at her desk, legs crossed and feet spaced to support the slumbering Lombardi’s draped across them had spent that afternoon sorting and documenting the paperwork undisturbed. Old sunlight flooded into the chamber, touching the papers forgotten at the floor. Dead sun brought cold lingering gales brushing gradually into the chamber.
A knock shattered the spell of stillness, upon the far office room door. par tap of the small knuckles it deciphered to be someone of a cautious nature.
Not uncommon at all in a medical facility.
Vaccine tapped a pocket of papers in hands together upon the desk.
“Vacant,” she called, custom to the habit.
secondes of normal hesitation later the pad of wary steps upon the rattan crawled out from shelter of the bend. Vaccine glanced up and met eye to eye with luminous opals sitting on haut, retour au début a bleached muzzle and flanking a small kitten nose. His tiny gloved hands bit gently onto the opposite end of the desk.
“Mavvum Vaccine,” he piped softly, “Awe toi busee?”
“Tolki,” The hedgehog greeted, “Not a jour goes par that I’m too busy for you. Everything ship shape?” A smile lit her at the polite but earnest look on his face. He shook his head. The long ears flapped a little,
“No- nufink aww shipshape! Ship gawt huwt!”
“Oh,” The chair scratched back as Vaccine rose immediately, “That’s definitely not good then. Where-?”
But Tolki broke off at her concern. All Vaccine caught was the bob of baby Paru brush tail sweeping the doorway in a turn. Pauses, followed par a small mewl of disapproval.
“Nu-uh! toi not aw ship shape! Come back Ewee! Wight dis instant!”
A scuffle came- light and easily dispatched. The sound of clawed steps dragging the hall found its way in the office, protesting,
Man- a dit I’m cool! F’god’s sake, T-man-!”
“No-no We-man. toi get check up now. Be good giw!”
Evolia appeared through the door way then. Reason clicked into the confusion the hedgehog doctor started feeling. Tolki pushed Evolia behind with some force into office. She, for all the self sufficient demeanor, appeared helplessly captive in hand of a strange midget race. Vaccine bit a nail gently, smuggling giggles, as they halted at the bench.
“Jus’a bite. She, look! Fine, Tolki!”
“No- check up!” Argued the Parulian, “Migh’ be poisawn buggy!”
“I’m plus dan positive ‘iffiin was, I’d be immune.”
Vaccine, at the patient bed, pulled paper sheeting over its plastic surface,
“No no, every uncertain infliction should take necessary precautions. Sit here now,” and she pat a spot out.
There wasn’t escape. Reluctantly guided towards the bench par Tolki’s persistent hands the she-wolf came and sat at the edge. Vaccine took the inflict hand.
“Mm…airily fresh. No swelling justly yet, but a little irritation.” The hedgehog bent her muzzle inches about the small puncture embedded a red chicken pox two spaces of Evolia’s middle knuckle,
“Can’t detect oranges ou mint…poison,” she explained to a perplexed Tolki at Evolia’s far knee, “Still, toxicities wounds can take time appearing, even after the irritation’s fade away. Some rare cases have proven the poison’s arrival after weeks tops of treatment.”
“Does it huwt, Ewee?”
The she-wolf shook her head impatiently, “Feels lika sweaty ape palm over it issal. Strange- jus’ ‘fore it jus’ stung, but now it’s sweatin’ too! Oh lord I think it’s getting’ warm! Wassit mean, Doc. Am I dyin’?”
“No need for your sarcasm, Evolia,” Vaccine turned for her ointment cabinet. She hated the wolf’s retorts above most the bickering and whining some patients gave out. Just thought of her past complaints forced the hedgehog to try and ignore her greatest challenge yet. Fancy poking fun at the hands that may save you! “Let’s clean it up before bandaging it, okay?”
Tolki padded before Evolia as the hedgehog doctor tended to her material gathering. The loup had been studying Vaccine with a narrow, sly stare. As if studying meat. And behind her skimpy mur of bandage rolls and that jar of ointment, Vaccine flushed nervously.
His concerned voice met with Evolia’s exasperated retorts twitching her lips corners.
“You see? Vewy wuckee giw toi awe.”
Her eyes slid to him, “How many times I gotta say dis, child?”
“You don’t. Towki knows par hawt. Oh, toi posseteeve it brun foncé, dun huwt?”
“Yeah,”
“It wooks tewibwe. Lemme see.”
The silver Paru gently place his soft lips over Evolia’s bite, her relaxing hand cupped delicately in both his canvas gloves like a rare flower. The hedgehog hid her giggle behind the jar of ointment because of the wolf’s look of weak reluctance.
“Mmmm-Mwah! Towki make it bettew!” He declared. His eyes smiled at his older cousin which his serious lips couldn’t, “It okay soon, wubby!”
Cleaning and bandaging took less a ten minute chore. Vaccine found herself flying through her explanation to an observing Tolki without trouble from her stubborn patient. Even after a few pauses she started to teach the Paru how to patch wounds, and allowed him to work a bit on the hand splayed before them. The little Paru had steady hands for his age, learning at a decent pace under the hedgehog’s patient guidance. Before she knew it the last bandage came into play.
“..Now we make sure the bandages hold all jour and night without discomforting our patient ou working loose from daily use. So what we do is emballage, wrap this last bit nice and snug underneath this criss traverser, croix here…now strip it over this high layer…tie it, ou better yet, let’s pin it…there! This clip keeps our bandages from unraveling. And now we just test ut for comfort. Don’t want it too tight, hm?”
Tolki watched, shaking his head in response, as Evolia moved her wrist slowly. First circular motions, then waggling side to side. A few plus flicks, each violent than the last and making stiff cloth rasp, probed Vaccine’s professional handiwork.
The Parulian overseer cheered.
“Now we ship shape! Shippey shape!”
Vaccine wagged a finger at the shifting Evolia,
“Now toi keep that on. Special ou not, I’m not risking new virus break out ou underestimated infection because you’re too proud to accept help, hear?”
The she-wolf bared her fangs, thin black lips peeling back in a gentle sneer. The hedgehog retaliated,
“I’ve got my assistant now! You’d better know first hand if our patient fidgets that clip, right Tolki?”
“Wight!” Those silver eyes sparkled confidently and tail aloft.
“Pffft- dat assistant’s gotta soft spot in ‘is stomach f’oranges, y’know. Not hintin’ on anythin’ o’course.” Grunted Evolia, starting to slide off the cot. She barely hit the floor when Vaccine took her buff upper arm in a small but urgent grip. A look passed between them par the curious glance the loup introduced. But she didn’t need words ou false excuses to keep the loup behind.
“Oh no- bribery isn’t a level you’d stoop to, Miss Evolia, would it?” Vaccine smiled almost sarcastically, “Then again, I might find it in my cœur, coeur par passing such an idea if we had a snack ou two.”
“Ah!” Evolia winked, “Know watcha sayin’, Docta!” To an expectant Tolki “Dat’s da cue, T-man. Gettus a spread downstairs, Hun?”
The Paru saluted, no needing of further encouragement. Wordlessly but not noiseless he padded out the open door and down hall, out of view.
Vaccine took the door almost immediately. It clicked beneath steady hand, the other shifting to her side.
“Need to talk, Evolia,” she muttered urgently.
“All ears,”
She could hear the loup shifting stature in response. But it wouldn’t matter.
She didn’t hesitate, her response the form a cold flashing syringe suddenly swinging sideways in a side cut towards Evolia’s vulnerable neck.
-End of Chapter 1, part 3/5-
Let me clear toi up on this,
I let -Wendsday- use Windy in the story "Rainy Days" (GREAT story par the way) and looked back today and realized they were TOTALLY different. Windy had to progress from a bareley-able to speak english Tribe girl, to what she is now in "The Adventures of Spike and Windy"
But seriously, read "Rainy Days" its on the Shadow the hedgehog fanclub.
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Classic Windy: Has u seen my tribe?
Modern Windy: What the- why do toi look just like I used to???
Classic Windy: u looks kinda likes me toos!
MW: Well this just won't do! There can only be one Windy the Hedgehog!
CW: Okays- *Tribe comes and kills Windy* Nyan!
I let -Wendsday- use Windy in the story "Rainy Days" (GREAT story par the way) and looked back today and realized they were TOTALLY different. Windy had to progress from a bareley-able to speak english Tribe girl, to what she is now in "The Adventures of Spike and Windy"
But seriously, read "Rainy Days" its on the Shadow the hedgehog fanclub.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Classic Windy: Has u seen my tribe?
Modern Windy: What the- why do toi look just like I used to???
Classic Windy: u looks kinda likes me toos!
MW: Well this just won't do! There can only be one Windy the Hedgehog!
CW: Okays- *Tribe comes and kills Windy* Nyan!