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[Well, Mal. Today your...cousin? Nephew? The sheepdog you are legally the emergency contact for, suplexed your wife off a set of baseball stadium lights.

Given she's a werewolf, she's alive, but severely unconscious, and they basically brought her back to their house to set down because they don't have any vets on staff and he knows a lot about werewolves, right?

It's gonna be a few hours before she starts to wake up. Close to evening, after much of the...shenanigans have already occurred. He'll know it's about time before she'll actually revert back to a person wherever she's been set down, shortly before she starts to wake up. She probably has the headache of the century.

What do you wish to do?]

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[He'll pull back the needle, then, putting it aside to be sterilized and resharpened later. Not often he has the full lab up.]

Hey there. You should be good to revert now.

What...?

[Her memory's a bit fuzzy, which should be a surprise, but she does revert so she can sit up and...actually pretty immediately flop back down. Ow.]

Mal, why do I hurt? I don't remember getting hit by a train.

You were on some assignment to Occultar and then well. They brought you back, knocked out in wolf form. I have no idea what happened, the emergency on-site medics have no idea, we were kind of hoping you'd know.

[He'll just reach down and pet her, then.]

Give what I shot you up with a bit to kick in. It'll kill pretty much any pain, just don't expect to be doing a whole lot any time soon.

[This sounds like reason enough to nuzzle into his hand. Maybe lick it a little, she's still kind of out of it.]

I was looking for Theo, he's gotten himself into something ridiculous, and then I...

[...She squints at the ceiling.]

...Mal. Mal I think I'm grounding your nephew until he's thirty.

[He strokes a hand along her cheek -- it'd be her muzzle if she was still in wolf mode, but well, he has to make do.]

Worry about it later. Right now, I don't think you'd be able to make it to the phone, let alone back to Occultar.

[Leaning into his hand still and huffing.]

I probably could make it to the phone, if I were to completely disregard my health and safety for about ten minutes.

But it won't matter. I don't have any evidence and while assaulting a police officer is illegal, suplexing a werewolf isn't really gonna go anywhere.

Also it happened on school property, which would reflect on their administration so it would be your department's lawyers versus Occultar's, more than likely.

[Don't get upset, barkbark. Have chin scritches?]

Not worth it.

[What if. What if she rolls over so she can boop his nose and conveniently trap his hand.]

...Just telling me you're worried is a more convincing argument than getting me to admit defeat, you know that?

[She has caught his hand successfully between her chin and neck? Chin and couch?? Um???]

If we stopped doing things because I worried after you, we'd never do anything. I accepted this when I started dating and living with a cop.

[...Yes let her. Shift so his hand is somewhere less awkward. Like her boobs. Or you know, she'll just hold it like a sane person.]

That's a good point, but...right now logic's a little hard for me to handle.

I was getting the impression.

[Yes, barkbark, you can have his hand to do with what you will. He's just going to watch her with a bit of a bemused expression.]

...I'm scared, Mal. Whatever those kids are getting into is over my head.

[What if. What if she flops over onto his lap. What if that.]

[Then he is going to pull his hands free, so he can pet her again.]

Well... in the old days, if someone beat you, it meant they could take care of themselves. We have to trust they're strong enough, then, don't we?

...It's harder than I thought it would be. He's not even my kid...I guess I look pretty ridiculous.

[Leaning into the pets, and sighing.]

Maybe I should just take my vacation days. Not go in the rest of the week.

You've got medical leave for the next forty-eight, then you can take your days off. You might as well enjoy yourself.

[...What if scritches, Elly? Would scritches help in this harrowing times?]

[Given the sound she just made, yes. Yes it does.] Forty-eight...wow, was it that bad?

Well, no. It would have been that bad for a normal person. Thankfully, you heal at an accelerated rate, and I can further spur on your metabolism if you need me to.

[But that would involve letting him up, which given these scritches probably isn't happening any time soon.]

[If she had a tail in the form he would be in danger of her hurting him with the strength of it wagging, yes.]

...Ask me about that again when I finally have to get up for a bath. Unless you really feel like helping me bathe, and not even in the fun way?

I figure you'll want to be left alone for that to just soak. Even with your endurance, that had to hurt quite a bit.

[But there will be a pause of scritch, so he can lean in and kiss the top of her head.]

[he's getting a facebomp and a cheeklick for that.]

...Honestly, I might need help anyway, broken bones are...less than fun to mend.

Well I can certainly make you something for that.

[She gets a proper forehead kiss for that, if she's leaning in so close. He was worried, that much is evident.]

...On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is this gonna taste?

[She'll drink it no matter what, but...well, some of Mal's concoctions she's gotta steel herself for.]

Probably at least a 6. At least there's less of a chance of side-effects this time? I think. I'll be honest, shapeshifter physiology is kind of a black box in a lot of ways.

Yeah, well...most people don't care if they end up accidentally killing us, and most of the packs are too superstitious to want to look more into it. Heaven forbid the root of our power is something other than some grand Wolf spirit...

[Sighhhh.]

...I'll take a six.

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