Briggan absolutely hated... no, he wholeheartedly despised needles. He could not find any other thing to hate more in the moment. The only thing that kept him soothed enough not to black out again was the fact that Mastace was there, holding his paw the entire time.
"It's okay, babydoll. It'll be over before you know it."
"It absolutely better be," the wolf seethed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand... We're done. Don't move so I can take the needle out."
Before Briggan could object, the nurse had already gotten the tape to put over the cotton ball that now covered the site from which she drew blood.
"That wasn't so bad, was it darling?"
"I still hate it," Briggan pouted.
"Well, the worst of it is over now. You can relax." Mastace nuzzled Briggan's cheek lightly, causing the wolf's face to become flushed. The nurse stole a glance at the affectionate couple and silently cooed over them as she walked away with the blood samples. Mastace was pretty sure in a conversation down the hall, he could hear her voice form the word "cute".
"I just never was a fan of these kinds of things," Briggan said.
"I get that," Mastace replied. "I'm not exactly comfortable with needles myself."
"Thanks for coming, sweetie. It means a lot to me that you're here."
"Briggan. Of course I'd come to this! You're my boyfriend, and that means I'm here through thick and thin."
Briggan now had his turn, nuzzling into Mastace. "Thank you."
What?!? That's... What? Briggan had to ask the doctor to repeat what he'd said, just to be sure he heard right.
"What you're experiencing when you faint at times like this aren't typical fainting episodes, as they have only occured in specific kinda of situations, usually moments of intense emotional and psychological stress. I believe you may be having momentary, stress-induced non-epileptic seizures."
"Wow, so it's that serious."
"For the most part, these seizures have only been a minor nuisance and haven't really done any serious damage. If this should be allowed to continue, however... secondary effects from the stress levels causing the seizures might be enough to make them critically life-threatening."
"Oh..." Briggan was at a loss for words. He was glad that he gave in when he did. Else this might have been a much more dire situation.
The doctor continued. "My suggestion is for you to take it easy until we can figure out how to best handle these seizures. Our knowledge of them is still pretty shaky, but this is definitely and easily treatable."
"Thank you, doctor.
Briggan got the results of the blood tests three days later.
"Hey, Mastace. We got mail from the doctor's office."
"Probably a bill."
"Imma take a look at it." Briggan opened the envelope, and studied its contents. "It's the blood test results. It says that other than the seizures, I'm perfectly healthy."
"Wow, that's a relief." Mastace hugged Briggan from behind. "At least we know what all that fainting was about and how we can ease that up a bit.
"Yeah, perhaps we can eliminate them altogether."
"I don't see how that wouldn't be possible."
The two kissed, then made their way to the bedroom to cuddle.
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Never Too Late
Художественная прозаBriggan wasn't somebody that wanted friends. He'd been alone for as long as he could remember, and he wouldn't mind it if he stayed that way for the rest of his days. Or, at least, he would've... had someone not began meddling in his life. Now, ever...
