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It was finally time. The wait was over.
The cub stood in the waiting room, far too excited to sit. He was practically bouncing on his toes. He had been waiting for so long, going to countless appointments and group counseling just for this one special day to finally arrive.
He could just barely contain his excitement, the nurse popping in from the doorway - “Mr. Vanderclese, you can come with me.”
Meouch would never suspect the idea of being poked with sharp objects would make him happy, but getting into the hospital gown, and seeing all the sharp implements on the table, he couldn’t believe it. It was finally here, within his grasp.
And a few hours under some anesthetic later, he awoke. Albeit, hazy, but he looked down and–
Flat. It was flat. It was finally flat. Oh, the cub could’ve jumped for joy! But… he couldn’t not for a while at least. But still…. flat.