Venno Rapter - The Hellish Series Returns - Series Two

True Brothers (Story 11 - Chapter 2)

With Scott: 

The Possum was sitting in the clinic room, his foot tapping impatiently as he glanced at the clock once more, waiting for the doctor to finally show up. 

Why did doctors have to take their time between seeing patients?

And why did it have to feel so long?

The Possum was startled out of his frustrated thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door, indicating the doctor was finally here. 

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for thirty fucking minutes, I have somewhere to be!” exclaimed Scott, the Possum’s ears lowered back, a low snarl escaping his lips. 

“There are other patients besides you, Mr. O’Possum” said the doctor coolly, having quickly checked his clipboard to confirm the name of his current patient. 

Scott just huffed and crossed his arms, glancing away. 

If he didn’t bite his tongue right now, the doctor would intentionally take his time, so he just remained silent as the thought of what he was going to retort back stayed in his head. 

“Fine. Look, I had a fall last night and hit my head on the ground pretty hard. Slipped on an empty bottle on the way home. Do you think you could just take a quick look at the back of my head and confirm whether I am good to work depending on whether I have a concussion or not?” explained Scott, the Possum deciding it would be best to get straight to the point, giving the doctor most of the info he needed, obviously leaving out the part about chasing a small child.

The doctor hummed and nodded, taking a quick look down at his clipboard to read what the nurse outside had written, confirming that the info was correct. 

“Alright, and if you don’t mind me asking, where do you work, what is your position, and how old are you?” asked the doctor, walking around to Scott’s side and tilting his head so he was facing away, allowing the doctor to take a look at the back of his head.  

“I work at the Bounty Hunter Agency, and I’m the head Archivist, the only Archivist, anyway. And I am twenty four years old, actually approaching twenty five in just three months” answered Scott, all the while the doctor hummed and nodded. 

“Very good. Your memory is correct, you know where you work and how old you are, and it appears that you may only have a slight bruise on the back of your head, barely even a bump. That means there is a good chance you do not have a concussion, but just to be on the safe side, limit your screen time, and avoid bright flashing lights that may cause seizures and epilepsy” concluded the doctor, taking note on his clipboard. 

“Can I get a doctor’s note?” asked Scott, the Possum perking up. 

The doctor just glanced up at him before sighing, flipping the paper over to a blank sheet that was behind it, writing a quick yet detailed note clearing Scott to work just as long as he limited his screen time for the next week. 

He ripped the note off of his clipboard, holding it up for a brief second and opened his mouth to say something before Scott quickly grabbed it and ran out of the room. 

“Hey, I wasn’t finished-!” called the doctor, trying and failing to stop Scott from running away, but gave up as the Possum disappeared out the door. 

Now out on the streets, the Possum quickly shoved the note deep into his satchel as he continued running down the streets, weaving his way past other denizens. 

He remembered which street he had been on, and which alley in particular that he chased the small figure down. 

Now, it was just a matter of trying to find the kid, again.