Savage [Sabby andd Octavian]
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Sabby on 03-04-2011, 13:58:32</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Savage [Sabby andd Octavian]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 13:58:32</strong>
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				Mira could only sit and fret.<br><br>A tall and strong looking Tigress waits in a hospital somewhere between midnight and dawn, a magazine laying untouched on her lap, wearing her nightgown and a thick winter jacket of black and grey flannel thrown over, pulled tight by her large chest. Her claws prick at the red sweat pants she wears, tail giving a moody sway, her tufted ears laying flat against her head, large orange eyes looking lost and full of guilt.<br><br>With a pitiful mewl, she put the magazine down and pulled her legs up, hugging them to her chest, something that probably wasn't very good for the plastic waiting room chair. She looked like she had gotten dressed in a hurry, not caring what she wore, and her thick orange and black coat was ruffled in places.<br><br>Her poor husband... she didn't mean to bite him. It just happened. She didn't have any control during sex, but it usually just resulted in some claw marks. She had never bit him before, at least seriously, and now he was getting stitches in his neck at 2 in the morning. And to make matters worse... the second most pressing feeling she had was arousal. Even with all her guilt, her body and instincts screamed at her for not finishing their mating. <br><br>And she might not have stopped at all if it weren't for all the blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Savage [Sabby andd Octavian]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 15:07:28</strong>
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				Somewhere in the hospital a cavalcade of nurses, assistants, and doctors were working for their paychecks at that very moment. In particular, though, was the gentlemen who had been rushed in and taken to the O.R. as fast as they could manage; he even managed to put the janitorial staff to work before he'd been conscience in the hospital. The bleeding had been awful and if Tristen had the opportunity to view himself during the entire endeavor he would have had to appreciate just how much blood someone had and how much he resembled a disposable character from a Steven King novel.<br><br>The entire ordeal took several hours all told between getting the bleeding to stop, examining the wound and determining to what extent was his throat damaged, getting him stitched back together, and then finding time to send someone out to speak with Mira.<br><br>The doctor who was chosen to speak to Mira was a rather scrawny looking fellow, diminutive in height and scrawny as well; he must have been the runt of his brothers and sisters. The doctor approached the Tigress, carefully, it wasn't like she was exactly hard to spot--or forget, for that matter. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before speaking, "Mira? I believe it was. I'm Dr. Machavoi-- I did a majority of the delicate work on your husband's--He's going to be...all right, it'll take some time before he's to full health; he will absolutely have to rest well after we release him from the hospital. We...weren't able to ascertain..." The doctor began, seeming a bit hesitant to continue on; he had the look of a fresh physician just out of his residency. "--There was some small damage to his vocal chords--I think we managed to fix it but we won't know for certain until he wakes up. He's stable but should be out for at least another hour, perhaps an hour and a half depending on how he processes the anesthesia; some people take shorter or longer than others." He paused a moment to adjust the shirt of his scrubs; Machavoi had just changed into a fresh set of scrubs as he had the foresight to have this conversation not covered in Tristen's blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Savage [Sabby andd Octavian]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 17:35:34</strong>
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				She hugged herself, more then a little embarrassed and ashamed. The doctor must have seen right through what had happened, and they both had to put on a straight face and dodge it all together. She nodded and leaned forward to wring her tail nervously.<br><br>"Thank you doctor... can I sit with him? Just until it wears off and I can talk to him" She knew that sedatives would keep him down a long time, but she wanted her husbands first sight to be her, waiting on him. She was a good wife... she didn't mean to hurt him... she'd show him she was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Savage [Sabby andd Octavian]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crowly</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 12:50:37</strong>
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				Machavoi gave the Tigress a nod, "Yes, of course. I'm sure your husband would very much like that. Just bare in mind that talking may be physically difficult, at least at first. Talking and eating will be a bit difficult; lots of liquids at first and in three to four days he should be able to move onto soft foods. I'll...explain it in greater detail when he's awake to hear it too. No sense in explaining it all twice, right?"The surgeon gave a quick glance over both shoulders before bending, slightly, to put himself at face level with Mira.<br><br>He spoke in a hushed voice so that Mira was likely the only one to hear him, "I've seen and handled my fair share of this sort of injury in the past; not all that often but...enough. He'll be fine. It won't do either of you any good to worry yourself sick." He offered a small, genuine, smile, before standing up straight and motioning towards a pair of swinging doors on the far end of the waiting room, "He's this way, if you'll follow me. We'll probably be keeping him over night to see how he is once he's conscience but if there aren't any major concerns we should be able to release him into your care in the morning, afternoon time tomorrow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Savage [Sabby andd Octavian]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 16:29:50</strong>
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				Mira hugged him suddenly, making an appreciative little mewl that was completely at odds with her bone crushing strength. It was enough to make the doctors shoulders pop uncomfortably and expel the air from his lungs, but she seemed blissfully ignorant of her own strength.<br><br>It was a wonder her husband could walk with that kind of attention daily.<br><br>"Thank you Doctor..."
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