CHERRYBOY RIOT | private, stocking

[madster]

stocking was his first ever patient. she got a gold star in his eyes. it was a good thing she was semi-conscious when he helped her or else she probably wouldn't have consented. he reeked of alcohol and bad decisions already. she wasn't that injured, but... it was like she crash-landed from space or something.

did he feel bad for her? he wasn't sure. he usually found himself to be not empathetic, but ever since he was promoted... things were a little different and he hated it. he wasn't a nice person. he just was doing his job. he decided he'd check up on stocking. she was practically his patient, after all, even if he had done a pretty shitty job at helping her. in a basket, he packed some things he had gotten in a shady trade with loners. some human chocolate - not good for cats but it was milk chocolate, anyways- and some actual pain pills, not the pussy shit that was poppy seeds. he had scored a whole pack of morphine pills. would it kill a cat? maybe. then that was medical malpractice and nayru would murder him. oh well.


he had found her cabin based on scent, and hoped she would be inside. if not, he'd just eat the chocolate and the pills. her loss. he knocked on the door with his head, carrying the basket in his jaws. "hey, alien," he joked, referring to how it was like she had fallen from space. "it's malphas. i'm the guy who fixed you up a little bit. i brought you some gifts." he said after putting the basket down.