Don still can’t believe it’s already over - it hadn’t seemed to take that long, and the ice is really helping. The throbbing in his ankle has lessened, and the sharp pain is becoming more of a dull ache. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. “Not so bad.”
He leans back and rests in Marvelous’s arms, laying his head on Marvelous’s shoulder. He closes his eyes and tries to relax, taking in the feeling of Marvelous’s comforting embrace, of being surrounded by his scent. For a while, Marvelous’s scent had been strange to him, but now there’s not many aromas that could possibly soothe him more. The smell of books, perhaps - of old paper and leather. Or the smell of wood burning in a stove, like the one in the house where he used to live. Marvelous doesn’t smell like either of these things; he smells like food and hair products and human musk. And he smells a little like Don, too.
After a few minutes, Marvelous speaks again. Don’s stomach twists with nervousness at the mention of the doctor, but his tension eases a little when he realizes that Marvelous is planning to have the doctor come to them. He won’t have to move from here, won’t have to have Marvelous carry him out to a cab full of too many human smells, won’t have to go into an unfamiliar hospital to be treated by an unfamiliar doctor. He can just stay right where he is, in the safety of Marvelous’s territory. It doesn’t completely cure his fears, but he feels better just knowing that he won’t have to leave his home in order to be treated.
Don nods. “I think so,” he says. He sits up properly to give Marvelous room to let go of him and get up. “Go ahead and call.”
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Date: 2012-07-14 11:05 am (UTC)He leans back and rests in Marvelous’s arms, laying his head on Marvelous’s shoulder. He closes his eyes and tries to relax, taking in the feeling of Marvelous’s comforting embrace, of being surrounded by his scent. For a while, Marvelous’s scent had been strange to him, but now there’s not many aromas that could possibly soothe him more. The smell of books, perhaps - of old paper and leather. Or the smell of wood burning in a stove, like the one in the house where he used to live. Marvelous doesn’t smell like either of these things; he smells like food and hair products and human musk. And he smells a little like Don, too.
After a few minutes, Marvelous speaks again. Don’s stomach twists with nervousness at the mention of the doctor, but his tension eases a little when he realizes that Marvelous is planning to have the doctor come to them. He won’t have to move from here, won’t have to have Marvelous carry him out to a cab full of too many human smells, won’t have to go into an unfamiliar hospital to be treated by an unfamiliar doctor. He can just stay right where he is, in the safety of Marvelous’s territory. It doesn’t completely cure his fears, but he feels better just knowing that he won’t have to leave his home in order to be treated.
Don nods. “I think so,” he says. He sits up properly to give Marvelous room to let go of him and get up. “Go ahead and call.”