forum An RP Idea That I Just Came Up With [OPEN!]
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@TheGoldenLegend

"But I don't want to hurt you!!" He said in the way people talk to cute baby's like, "Your to, to, broken right now and I, uh, cant do that! What if I drop you or you fall through my arms?!"

@Fraust

Lucas turned his ears back and looked away. "Really, I'm… I'm fine." He smiled weakly. "I don't need to be carried on a board, I don't need any special treatment. Just medical attention."

@TheGoldenLegend

"Do I look like a doctor to you!?" He cried, "Whatever!!!" Picking him up, he ignored his cry's of pain and rushed over to the medical center.

@Fraust

Don't cry don't cry don't cry… Lucas bit his lip until they reached the hospital, which seemed to be confused to see a dog.

@TheGoldenLegend

"Can you help me?!" Thatcher asked franticly as he saw a doctor, "A beast attached my dog and I don't want him to die!"
(You want to be Doctor?)

@Fraust

(Yes yes this is my dog. Not my child. Lmao and I guess so)
"Sir, please calm down. We'll find some way to help your dog. Would you like to be transferred to a veterinary office?" Lucas looked up at Thatcher. "I'm not going to die!"

@Fraust

"Alright sir, just give us a moment to dial the nearest office." The receptionist picked up the phone. "Hello, we have an injured dog here, attacked by some unknown beast. Can you take him? Alright, thank you." She gave Thatcher directions to the office. "They'll take him."

@Fraust

"I just mean that the veterinary office is willing to admit your dog." The receptionist smiled gently.

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Tera flew after the group, observing them from afar.

@Fraust

"Mhmm…" Lucas lay his head against Thatcher's chest, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the pain.

@Fraust

(Lmao 'like a son'.)
"Alright sir, if you'll just follow this nurse, she'll lead you to a room." She gestured towards the nurse, who gave a small wave.

@TheGoldenLegend

Nodding, he followed her in to a long hall way with door at each side. Walking in to one, the nurses help Thatcher place 'his son' on the table. "You'll be ok." Thatcher muttered, petting Lucas's head.