The woman--Julianna, that was her name--was sort of helping support Bree, which was nice. She was having a bit of trouble with her body at the moment; she wasn't quite falling over herself, but it just felt weird. She straightened a bit, leaning on Julianna's shoulders briefly for support, and shook her head as if to clear it.
"Right. Right, yeah. Yes, I'm the... I was the dog. Sorry. Right." She sat up a bit more completely, and rubbed at her face. Why did she feel so... fuzzy? "Sorry, I didn't... I don't normally..." While she was mumbling vaguely in an attempt to figure out how to explain this to strangers--she never had before--the doctor (the VET, she reminded herself) approached. She'd completely forgotten about the IV, and her own injuries. He handed her some gauze and she sort of attempted to push it down on one of the wounds, wincing. Pain was beginning to return, as a concept.
And then he moved a bit closer, to pull the coat off of her and then wrap it around her shoulders properly, closing it around her front. While just... looking right into her eyes. She flushed, then looked down, and then flushed more, apparently just now registering that she was very naked. She swore and wrapped the thankfully-too-large-on-her coat more thoroughly around her body. "Ohhhh, oh my god, wow, I'm so sorry, I've never, I haven't, um."
She cleared her throat, only getting more red with time, looking anywhere but the vet. "Um, I'm fine, they're probably a bit more healed than they were? My body tries to... put itself back together. I think." The woman chose then to ask her something and pet her head, which felt very nice but also only made her growing embarrassment worse. As the morphine worked its way out of her system, the situation was dawning on her. Slowly. In pieces.
"Um, I'm sorry, I don't want to get you in, like, medical trouble or something, I'll just, um, go, uh..." Her legs. They were responding. She quickly stood, then just as quickly stumbled, catching herself on the metal examination table as her legs tried to give way.
"Wait, no, shit, I can't walk out like this," she registered, hand reaching up to barely touch one of her dog ears, as if that was the problem, not her general inability to walk. Belatedly, she registered she'd been asked a question. "Um, Bree, Bridget. Bridget Corey. You don't need to, um, I don't need a doctor." More like she couldn't go to a doctor. Obviously. She had ears and a tail. Okay well. So did both of them. Which was weird, but her point stood, mostly just because she wasn't clear-headed enough to consider it.
She glanced at the lab coat, which was already stained red in places. "...Um, maybe some... bandages? But I don't want to get anyone in trouble," she added hastily, very concerned that her existence was going to cost the almost ridiculously kind and very attractive vet his medical license or something. "I could... leave out the back? Is there a back?"
"Right. Right, yeah. Yes, I'm the... I was the dog. Sorry. Right." She sat up a bit more completely, and rubbed at her face. Why did she feel so... fuzzy? "Sorry, I didn't... I don't normally..." While she was mumbling vaguely in an attempt to figure out how to explain this to strangers--she never had before--the doctor (the VET, she reminded herself) approached. She'd completely forgotten about the IV, and her own injuries. He handed her some gauze and she sort of attempted to push it down on one of the wounds, wincing. Pain was beginning to return, as a concept.
And then he moved a bit closer, to pull the coat off of her and then wrap it around her shoulders properly, closing it around her front. While just... looking right into her eyes. She flushed, then looked down, and then flushed more, apparently just now registering that she was very naked. She swore and wrapped the thankfully-too-large-on-her coat more thoroughly around her body. "Ohhhh, oh my god, wow, I'm so sorry, I've never, I haven't, um."
She cleared her throat, only getting more red with time, looking anywhere but the vet. "Um, I'm fine, they're probably a bit more healed than they were? My body tries to... put itself back together. I think." The woman chose then to ask her something and pet her head, which felt very nice but also only made her growing embarrassment worse. As the morphine worked its way out of her system, the situation was dawning on her. Slowly. In pieces.
"Um, I'm sorry, I don't want to get you in, like, medical trouble or something, I'll just, um, go, uh..." Her legs. They were responding. She quickly stood, then just as quickly stumbled, catching herself on the metal examination table as her legs tried to give way.
"Wait, no, shit, I can't walk out like this," she registered, hand reaching up to barely touch one of her dog ears, as if that was the problem, not her general inability to walk. Belatedly, she registered she'd been asked a question. "Um, Bree, Bridget. Bridget Corey. You don't need to, um, I don't need a doctor." More like she couldn't go to a doctor. Obviously. She had ears and a tail. Okay well. So did both of them. Which was weird, but her point stood, mostly just because she wasn't clear-headed enough to consider it.
She glanced at the lab coat, which was already stained red in places. "...Um, maybe some... bandages? But I don't want to get anyone in trouble," she added hastily, very concerned that her existence was going to cost the almost ridiculously kind and very attractive vet his medical license or something. "I could... leave out the back? Is there a back?"
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