"You took me out to the most remote location possible because Sieger wanted to kill me. The fucking was just a nice bonus," Blue said, smiling adoringly at Eivind as he sat atop the exam table, his wolf close by. He couldn't stop himself from finding amusement in Eivind's movements, uncomfortable though they were. It was obvious Eivind only spent as much time in human society as he absolutely had to and not a minute more. The wolf conducted himself well, though Blue had been in charge of handling most of their human interactions so far.<br/><br/>"I don't know, I think it could be fun," Blue replied gently, following Eivind's gaze as he looked around the room. "We'd only have to really worry about being interrupted if someone walked in on us while we were knotted. I'm not quite sure how we would explain<i>that</i>." Though he hadn't considered it until that moment, Blue supposed it would be not only awkward, but potentially dangerous to get caught while they were locked together due to Eivind's unusual anatomy. Not only would they be embarrassed by the whole encounter, but they'd just have to lie there and wait until the knot subsided, which for Eivind took a while due to his knot's hefty size, and he doubted anyone who caught them like that would be that understanding. Perhaps exhibitionism wasn't for them, at least not completely, but Blue imagined he could get Eivind to play with him in other ways.<br/><br/>"I'm sure Sig's fine. If he can charm a bunch of grumpy wolves, he'll do great with humans. He seems to know how to handle himself regardless of where he is. Hopefully he'll take up your offer to visit and stay before we leave the hotel. Maybe he can tell us how he deals with public knotting." Blue hadn't thought about Sig too hard, being entirely focused on Eivind the past couple of days, but now that the little wolf was on his mind, he did feel a pang of regret that he hadn't gotten to really talk to him since reconnecting with him back at the pack's settlement. Apparently Eivind thought along the same lines, and Blue imagined the foreign wolf had managed to wiggle his way through his boyfriend's prickly exterior and find a soft place to inhabit. It seemed to Blue that Eivind only had eyes for him, and his gentle and thoughtful demeanor extended to exactly zero other individuals; however, he had let Sig help when he took Blue to the hospital, and Sig stayed the whole night with Eivind while he paced around, waiting to be back with Blue again. The boy doubted Eivind would let just anyone be that close.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Ulrich, I didn't realize you already had made your diagnosis," Blue chided. "You never know, maybe she'll say it's okay."<br/><br/>The small Asian doctor came in, a middle-aged lady with dark eyes and long, black hair she wore in loose curls, though narrow streaks of silver could be seen peppered throughout her scalp. She looked at Blue's file and then asked her questions. Surely the doctors at the hospital had noticed the odd state of Blue's injury, but their only concern had been to remove the fluid from his chest cavity and send him on his way. Dr. Song had no such qualms about calling out Eivind's story.<br/><br/>"Uh, about a month, I think," Blue said weakly. His eyes darted quickly to Eivind. "I saw someone before, after it happened. I was on medication but . . . but I ran out and the fluid developed."<br/><br/>"Please take off shirt for me, and lie down," the doctor instructed, placing the files down on a counter and waiting patiently while Blue did as he was told, stripping his upper body. He handed his shirt off to Eivind and lay back, his ribs poking out slightly, more so on the side Garlan had attacked.<br/><br/>"You know why you get fluid?" Dr. Song asked, using gloved hands to poke at Blue's side. "You must breathe very deep, exercise lungs while you heal. You still healing, and if you breathe shallow, lungs don't get exercise." She paused as she felt along the damaged bones, shaking her head and tutting. "Your shoulder, that hunting accident, too?"<br/><br/>Blue didn't know how to respond. The scars on his shoulder were obviously older than the ones on his side, and Dr. Song didn't seem like a woman who tolerated obvious fibbing. "I got attacked by a dog. A big one."<br/><br/>"Animals don't like you so much, Blue?"<br/><br/>"Some animals do," he said thoughtfully. The doctor told him to sit up and he watched her write down some notes, though he couldn't see what they were.<br/><br/>"What were you doing when you developed fluid, hm? Physical activity?"<br/><br/>"Uh... Well, my boyfriend and I went on a camping trip. So we were hiking."<br/><br/>"Hiking? With cracked ribs?" Dr. Song raised her eyebrows and looked directly at Eivind. "You boyfriend? You take him hiking when he supposed to be resting? Boys get up to anything else?"<br/><br/>Blue blushed in that trademark way of his, but thankfully Dr. Song was still looking at Eivind. She was tutting and shaking her head again. "Boys," she mumbled, tearing off a prescription slip from a pad she had attached to a clipboard.<br/><br/>"Prescription for pain. Take one pill every few hours, but no more than four a day, understand? Go by what your body says and do not push. Breathing exercises every hour. Take ten deep breaths and hold to keep lungs healthy. No more fluid. You halfway through healing." She handed the paper to Blue, then turned to look at Eivind, her glare stern. "Do not take him hiking for at least two weeks, understand?"<br/><br/>"Um, Dr. Song? I had another question--" Blue began, but Dr. Song held up her hand to silence him.<br/><br/>"You want to know about sex?" she asked bluntly, and the red-faced boy nodded enthusiastically. Dr. Song had obviously been around the block a few times before.<br/><br/>"Sex okay," she said, "but no crazy positions. Missionary or doggy only, stop immediately if you start to feel any pain. You on top," she said, waving to Eivind, a small smile on her face. "You do all work, let him relax and enjoy. After two weeks, can switch if feeling better.<br/><br/>"You, boyfriend, you have any questions?" she asked, setting her paperwork back down and placing a hand on her tiny hip, looking at Eivind expectantly.