Don’t You Worry Now
A/N: Sooooo HIIIIIII! This is my first post AND my first fanfic written by me; the begging is written by my friend Rachel since she’s a better writer than me. I hope y’all enjoy this and let’s make the most out of my time on Tumblr!
Summary: Brian May finds a baby badger all scratched up in the bushes and decides to take her in.
Warnings: Injured badger, sad badger noises, and just fluff.
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After several weeks of seeing dark clouds floating overhead the horizon line, it was quite refreshing seeing that the morning sun had finally come out from its hiding. All of his surroundings were covered by a light coat of dew that seemed to sparkle under the source of the newfound light; even the air around him seemed to support the fact that it was now finally springtime, with its sour yet revitalizing scent of freshly mowed grass.
The sanctuary seemed to be in its full glory, with the gentle sunlight beaming upon its side; even the animals that rest inside of the building were moving with more energized actions. Certainly, this made the job of the staff slightly more difficult, but it was worth it to see the small creatures seemingly show off a radiant smile with their eyes.
After a few hours of concentration on his job, he was finally given a short break to relax and get to move around a bit, to stretch and maybe take a small snack or two from the mini fridge in the staff room to chew on. Choosing to go on a quick walk around the area, he slowly stood up from his chair and walked towards the back door, slipping on a jacket, though it wasn’t exactly the best choice for clothing in current temperatures.
He heads outside to where the beautiful woods would be laying around. The sun had welcomed him by gazing upon his arrival into the land of trees. It’s warm and attractive. The moss on the collapsed tree seemed to put the charm to the beauty of the forest, and the lily pads on the sparkling lake seemed to be the highlight to it all.
He sat down on a rock full of the green texture covering the whole forest, probably meditating, hand cupping his face and taking a moment to think about what great life god has given him. As he always says, he recommends it. His meditation was suddenly disturbed by a small noise from the bushes. It was a chirp-like noise but it wasn’t necessarily the chirp of a bird. He approached the green and thorny bush of where the cries of the creature might be coming from. Slowly and steadily, so he won’t fritten the critter. It’s whines stopped when he swept the bushes leaves out of the way to make room for view. What he has spotted was a very heartbreaking sight to even describe.
A small baby badger cub the size of a kitten was lying in a bush of thorns with tons of scratches covering its body. It was as heartbreaking as seeing a dog being abused or watching someone or something die on screen. Quickly, he scoops up the poor creature leaving cuts on his arm. The crying continues and holding the fritten badger, he reassures it and introduces himself, “Oh, I know…,” taking a moment to check and see if it's a male or female, “Sweetheart. Shh Shh...there there now. My name is Brian.”
Brian took a gaze at the bush and wondered how the cub had gotten into the thorny bush. The tree above it seemed to give him the main idea of how it happened. According to the studies he had learned, Badger did have the ability to climb trees and learn at the age of one and so it came to the conclusion that she was trying to make her way up the tall tree but then collapsed into the bush of thorns below.
For the badger cub’s own sake, Brian tucked her into his vegan leather jacket and hurried out of his surroundings of trees and green moss. Soon enough, he was able to see the building of where the care for animals takes place. Brian enters the sanctuary telling the staff about what had happened. Luckily, they found an open room for the badger to give her the treatment she needs.
Brian stayed by the badger cub’s side to comfort her. “Oh, there now. I know you’re scared, but me and Clare are going to be taking great care of you,” Brian cooed to the fritten little beast. Soon enough, he’d see an Irish redhead enter the room with a long sweater up to her ankles and wearing Dr. Martens with a wedge as tall as a small pencil. “Hello Dr. May. I see that you found this little guy in the forest you said, right?” said Clare. “Gal, actually,” he corrected the vet. “Yeah, I found her in a VERY thorny bush and I couldn’t resist taking her in. She looks so badly injured.”
Clare hummed in agreement and took a look at the badger. “Well then, she needs a name. What should we name her?” she asked the guitarist and astrophysicist with a poodle like hairstyle. He took a moment to think and with a little hesitation, a name popped into his head. “How about the name Rosamund. It sounds like a cute name.” They both smiled at each other. Rosamund does sound very cute and unique. She had counted all of the scratches on Rosamund and it had come to a total of 30 scratches and five opened cuts. She looks at Brian and says, “I will be right back with the syringes. That way we can start her treatment.”
Walking away after receiving a thumbs up from Brian, he gave her a sweet smile as Rosamund stared at him while he stroked her soft fur. “That’s it, lovely. I know to you this seems like a very sketchy place to you, but we’re going to do the best we can to get you back into great shape,” said the intelligent man. Clare came back with two syringes so they could begin the treatment. “Okay now,” said Clare, “I will place these syringes into the cub. They will make her a little sleepy and so she can feel less pain for when I’ll stitch up the open wounds.” Brian looked down at the Rosamund and gently rubbed her mini paw with his colossus thumb. “Don’t worry, sweetie, this will hurt but only for a little bit, okay?” he says comforting Rosamund. He looks up at Clare and tells her, “We’re ready.”
She takes out the first needle. Brian holds the badger gently as she inserts the sharp object into her backside. Rosamund lets out a tiny wail and starts fidgeting out of Brian's arms. For him, it breaks his heart to see an animal in so much pain. He gains back his grip and reassures the baby badger, “Shhh, yes I know it hurts sugar, but just one more little bee sting and we’re done.” The vet continues by taking out the second needle and this time inserts it into her little arm. Another wail escapes her mouth but, oh this one was louder.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. No more. That’s all we have to do, sweetness. You’re such a brave little cub yah know that?” said Brian as he strokes Rosamund’s soft fur.
One Week later
Brian finds Rosamund playing with Lulu in the badger garden and couldn’t help but smile. “Why hello there you little rascals,” he smiles down at the playful critters. It’s been a week since he found Rosamund all scruffy in the thorn bush and she has been recovering very well after they insert some stitches into her open wounds. He was very proud of himself for finding Rosamund, because if it wasn’t for his walk into the woods, she would’ve not survived. Brian thinks about one day releasing her back into the wild when she grows older and so she can reunite with her badger family. If Rosamund can speak then she’d be thanking him for saving her life.