Ruffus only made a slight grimace at the pain from the needle as the doctor went to work. He felt oddly calm despite the situation and he would have to chalk it up to how the man treated him and the care that he put into him and his wounds. The wolves had been…kind…in a sense, but in the same breath the world was a harsh place and he learned that at an early age from them. So, it was with rapt attention that he watched the man work on his wounds. From the cool numbness that spread where the meds touched, to the sting of the needle as it broke the skin to close the wound. By the time, it was done he had gone into a kind of zoned zen headspace and nearly missed the comment about his aftercare.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Ruffus said, his head bobbed in a small nod before he hopped down from the table. A look at Rock Hammer, a man who was his friend at least in a sense of the word. The man appeared to be on the verge of a panic attack which was thankfully headed off by the returning of a book that he then sniffed. It seemed to help which made him feel better though he opted to slip from the room then and leave others to whatever it was they had to do as he looked for the showers. The wolves at his back followed behind with some growls and huffs. Still hungry but content to follow behind him. For now.<br/><br/>At the door that led to showers he stopped, his hands used to scratched through the scruff of hair on his face. “Stay here,” he growled at them both to which he received huffs and snarls in return. “No. I don’t care that you don’t want to leave me,” he snarled.  A snap of jaws and bark in his face prompted him to bare his teeth and bark back. In the end, they relented and stayed put by the doorway, one on either side so as to not block the entire path. The damp room that held the shower was empty save for him, which was good and bad. Good in the sense he would have rather been alone and bad in the sense there was no one there to show him how to work anything.<br/><br/>First, he only turned one handle the cold one. Ice cold water caused him to scream like someone had tried to murder him as his balls retreated so far into his body he thought for a moment they would never return. Next, he turned the other handle and nearly burnt off his nipples as he screamed once more. The wolves outside whimpered in concern but stayed put as ordered even though the temptation to enter the room was a strong one. Finally, the water was somewhere between scalding and not flesh melting and he managed to scrub himself clean. By the time he was time, he looked about three shades lighter and even felt about ten pounds lighter without the excess and caked on dirt to wear him down. Clothing was allowed to soak in the water as he sat in the room with nothing on and just enjoyed the new sensation of being clean. Last time he felt like this…he was…small…very small. Back before the wolves took him in.<br/><br/>This felt nice. Different but nice. Maybe he would get more showers while he was there with them? That would be nice.