MOTHER KNOWS BEST ☆ checkups

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Goldie was the first to approach, and even though she had sufficiently bandaged herself up, Roan still couldn't help shooting a worried glance her way. His calm blue gaze dragged slowly over her bandaged up wounds and wings, making a mental note to ask her how her cast was doing, even if he didn't strictly need to. Through his anxiety, the boy managed a soft smile to Goldie, his voice quiet and slightly tired as he spoke, "Thanks, Goldie. It's really appreciated." And it was, really. The last few days had been beyond stressful for both Roan and Ahab – whom arrived shortly after him, giving him a clap on the back in greeting. It took all of the draconic apprentice's balance not to fall flat on his face from the force of it, even if the bear hadn't meant to pat hard. Once he had righted himself again, Roan looked up at Ahab and muttered plainly, a smile upon his muzzle, "Ah, hey Ahab... thank you for helping me." He gently butted his head against whatever part of Ahab he could reach, another silent thanks to the male who was like a mentor and grandfather to him.

With his thanks taken care of, it was time to deal with the first patient that had arrived – Hollow's Creek. The siamese found himself frowning as Hollow explained his symptoms, padding over and tilting his head. He very gently reached up his paws to tilt the other's head to the side, watching his gaze. Once he seemed satisfied, the sage stepped back before speaking, sifting through his bag, "I'm fairly sure you've got a minor concussion, probably from the crash. I can't do much for that, I'm afraid. You'll jsut have to get some rest and try not to overexert yourself. Although I will give you some feverfew for the headaches, okay?" He felt bad about not being able to do much, but a concussion was an unfortunately internal issue. Michael had suffered one as well during the meteor strike, and Roan had been forced to prescribe the same thing. Rest, and taking it easy for a while. Sighing a little bit, the feline pulled out feverfew from his bag, pushing it forward to Hollow and muttering, "This should help with the headache pains. If you end up needing any more, you can come to me or Ahab."
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