[A RP snippet when Natharai was getting a transfusion of Life Spirit elixir to help with his degeneration issue! The only problem is, Natharai has a petrifying fear of doctors and needles... So, yeah, this just happened.]
Dr. Ellister Thorley smiles at that, but is distracted as the infusion set complains about something. A small insistent beeping alarm goes off. "Bloody hell, there -isn't- air in the line..."
Nathara Ebonrook looks at the source of the beeping, his ears wilting back again as a faint whine echoes in his throat. He looks... a little worried.
Dr. Ellister Thorley tucks his clipboard under his arm and uses both hands to correct the set's issue. He manages to fix it after turning it on and off a few times and running some elixir at full bore. "There, that ought to --"
Natharai Ebonrook is looking progressively annoyed by the tinny beeping of the apparatus before a muffled 'rooooo' edges of out his throat. After it persists for a while longer, Natharai's nerves seem fritter away to let his more animalistic tendencies get in the way. He cranes his head back and starts to 'quietly' bay at the beeping. Awooooooooooooooooo~!
Dr. Ellister Thorley's voice trails off as the worgen howls along with the instrument's alarm. He is speechless, blinking owlishly at Natharai.
Vandrysse Dyce hisses at Ellister, "Has that thing stopped making noise yet?" She tries to squeeze at Natharai's paw even though it's caught in a death grip.