Nosocomephobia // Daniel & Sasha
Daniel sat down and observed the exam quietly. Sasha looked surprise but not defensive or particularly warry upon realizing the doctor taking care of him was a werewolf as well. Daniel hadn’t needed to see his friend in months, the lack of fighting was proving beneficial to his health which he was thankful for, though the storm that was coming would certainly change the state of things pretty soon and he feared he’d grown a little careless and should perhaps get back to training.
"It’s been taken care of. Do you need me to stay?" he asked Sasha. He’d done what he felt was necessary, get the wolf to seek actual treatment and good care would be provided for him but now Daniel needed to go back to work. Carrying a life as close to what was deemed normal was humans was as good as a defense mechanism as any.
"If you wish," Sasha just said, letting the doctor look him over. He had no idea what all that poking and prodding was for; he didn't know why he needed to touch him and his arm and scars, why he was scribbling things down. Sasha wished he could read; it would make it easier to understand what was going on, what he was writing, what would happen. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt nervous, and almost scared.
With Daniel here, he felt a bit safer. "How did that happen?" The doctor asked and pointed at his stump. Sasha blinked, then shook his head. "I'd,,, rather not tell."
