-Patient, Could You Spare a Hand?-
(Bate/ Mends)
“Sweet Nova, we’re in trouble…..”
Bate quietly made his way to Gordon's room- being as nimble and silent with each step he took. His three students who were watching him, mimicked his actions, and followed him to the room as well. Once the four made it, Bate shut the door and nervously called out to his comrade.
“We have a problem…..”
“Hm? A pro-“
“SHHHHHH!!! Not so loud….” Bate hushed, and pointed to the door. “Someone’s outside. Keep quiet so he doesn’t hear us.”
“Huh?” Gordon gave the group and odd glance from their behavior, “Who, Ramset?”
“Even worse…..” Bate whispered, and his heart started pounding faster when he finally said his name. “Mends…..”
And like Bate and the others, Gordon cowered from the mere mention of their doctor. Why in sweet Nova would he be paying a visit in the middle of the afternoon?
“Baaate, please don’t tell me you forgot an appointment or something.....”
“I didn’t!" He snapped as quietly as he could and angrily crossed his arms. “And how do we even know this is regarding me? It could easily be any one of you four, for all we know.”
“Bate, open up- I need to talk to you.” Came a muffled voice from outside.
And on cue, Bate’s wings hit the ground, and he shuffled to the corner of the room.
“What could this be about.....” Gordon thought, trying to recall if there was something important he missed.
“What if he just came by to visit?” Meta obliviously smiled at the two. “Maybe he brought candy for us!!!”
“Or…..maybe he’s taking a vacation and wanted to tell you?” Gordon suggested, thinking it over.
“Or he wanted to deliver important news?” Arthur added to all the other ideas.
“Or medicine?” Nonsurat spoke up as well.
“Or Cookies!!!” Meta cheered, still on the idea that this was a casual visit.
“I….guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.” Bate sighed, and sluggishly made his way to the door. He knew they were bound to bump into one another later in the evening, so getting it out of the way as soon as possible would be less stressful….he hoped.
Bate gripped the handle of the door before taking a deep breath and opening it.
“Well…this is a surprise.” Bate finally spoke trying to act shocked from the visit, “I..don’t believe I had anything scheduled today….."
Mends saw him starting to get anxious, so held up his wing to ease his usually forgetful patient, “This isn’t a matter of health, so you can stop panicking,”
“O-oh….” He said with a small sigh of relief, though still pondering why he was here, “So…ummmm, may I ask why you’re here, then…?”
He watched as his usually blunt doctor start to hesitate. His wings began to fidget, and he eventually let out a sigh and turned away in embarrassment. “I….need a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Yes. I....heard that you used to make masks and various items for the war.” He said, “Is this true?”
“It….is.” He gave a nod, not knowing where this was going. He watched carefully as Mends stood there; slightly tapping his chin with his wing before finally speaking.
“Ah, that’s quite excellent to know, because I need a hand.” He explained.
“Hmmm….oh! Y-yeah, sure. What do you need help with?” Bate decided to offer since he still tinkers from time to time. He wasn't sure if he could help, but maybe at least trying would get on Mends' good side.
“Not a hand with something.” He shook his head, “A hand.” He repeated, “I need an actual hand.”
Mends gave a small sigh and lifted both claws. Bate noticed one was detached, and he finally caught on what his doctor was implying.
Bate quietly made his way to Gordon's room- being as nimble and silent with each step he took. His three students who were watching him, mimicked his actions, and followed him to the room as well. Once the four made it, Bate shut the door and nervously called out to his comrade.
“We have a problem…..”
“Hm? A pro-“
“SHHHHHH!!! Not so loud….” Bate hushed, and pointed to the door. “Someone’s outside. Keep quiet so he doesn’t hear us.”
“Huh?” Gordon gave the group and odd glance from their behavior, “Who, Ramset?”
“Even worse…..” Bate whispered, and his heart started pounding faster when he finally said his name. “Mends…..”
And like Bate and the others, Gordon cowered from the mere mention of their doctor. Why in sweet Nova would he be paying a visit in the middle of the afternoon?
“Baaate, please don’t tell me you forgot an appointment or something.....”
“I didn’t!" He snapped as quietly as he could and angrily crossed his arms. “And how do we even know this is regarding me? It could easily be any one of you four, for all we know.”
“Bate, open up- I need to talk to you.” Came a muffled voice from outside.
And on cue, Bate’s wings hit the ground, and he shuffled to the corner of the room.
“What could this be about.....” Gordon thought, trying to recall if there was something important he missed.
“What if he just came by to visit?” Meta obliviously smiled at the two. “Maybe he brought candy for us!!!”
“Or…..maybe he’s taking a vacation and wanted to tell you?” Gordon suggested, thinking it over.
“Or he wanted to deliver important news?” Arthur added to all the other ideas.
“Or medicine?” Nonsurat spoke up as well.
“Or Cookies!!!” Meta cheered, still on the idea that this was a casual visit.
“I….guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.” Bate sighed, and sluggishly made his way to the door. He knew they were bound to bump into one another later in the evening, so getting it out of the way as soon as possible would be less stressful….he hoped.
Bate gripped the handle of the door before taking a deep breath and opening it.
“Well…this is a surprise.” Bate finally spoke trying to act shocked from the visit, “I..don’t believe I had anything scheduled today….."
Mends saw him starting to get anxious, so held up his wing to ease his usually forgetful patient, “This isn’t a matter of health, so you can stop panicking,”
“O-oh….” He said with a small sigh of relief, though still pondering why he was here, “So…ummmm, may I ask why you’re here, then…?”
He watched as his usually blunt doctor start to hesitate. His wings began to fidget, and he eventually let out a sigh and turned away in embarrassment. “I….need a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Yes. I....heard that you used to make masks and various items for the war.” He said, “Is this true?”
“It….is.” He gave a nod, not knowing where this was going. He watched carefully as Mends stood there; slightly tapping his chin with his wing before finally speaking.
“Ah, that’s quite excellent to know, because I need a hand.” He explained.
“Hmmm….oh! Y-yeah, sure. What do you need help with?” Bate decided to offer since he still tinkers from time to time. He wasn't sure if he could help, but maybe at least trying would get on Mends' good side.
“Not a hand with something.” He shook his head, “A hand.” He repeated, “I need an actual hand.”
Mends gave a small sigh and lifted both claws. Bate noticed one was detached, and he finally caught on what his doctor was implying.
-End-
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Species © Nintendo/ HAL Laboratory
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
