Puppy Love
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Hadley smiled down at his newborn daughter, carrying her with him as he headed into the fort. Amatha let out a cute puppy whine, tiny form shifting in his grasp. She was so young, her eyes not even opened yet. He loved her so much. Hadley hadn't even known that he had that much heart to give. Isa was recovering from the death of their other child, leaving Hadley to care for Amatha the best he could. She would come and feed Amatha, but often she was depressed.


The scarred hybrid was sorrowful over the death as well, but it wasn't nearly as deep and consuming in nature. He was used to losing those he cared for, used to the loss of family. He didn't have anyone that would acknowledge him as family outside of Isa and the small family they had started together. It helped him adapt to it and move on to caring for the family that he did have, much faster. With one hand he stroked her belly, laughing quietly as the pup turned in his grip.


Reaching the medical office Hadley looked around. This would be where he would work for medical things now. Carefully he moved through, noting where everything was. Amatha fell asleep before he had taken more than a few steps, exhausted by the gentle travel. Doing his best to not disturb her Hadley continued on, smiling endlessly with the small warmth in his arms.


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His breath came out in pained huffs, the fingers of his right arm clasped around the broken left arm, clinging desperately just below the elbow. The scent of blood was thick in the air, and even thicker as it hung to the thick fur around his arm. It wasn't from the actual broken arm. No, the blood came from the gashes on his arm. The fall down the bank was painful enough without having his arm scraped off off rocks and branches. Tony tried not to make a sound, tried not to show his pain. In truth though, there was none. This terrified Tony to no end. He never thought it possible, but he wanted pain. He wanted to feel pain. Tony could feel pain, but it was various aches around his body. But he could feel nothing from the top of his elbow down.


He pulled himself to the medics office, having already put Milite in the stables (he'd tend to the horse's grazes later), rapping the door urgently and loudly as he slumped himself up the door frame and panted heavily. 'Hadley!' he shouted, closing his eyes and praying to whoever.


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OOC here!



The sudden shout awoke Amatha. Turning Hadley stared in surprise as Tony came in, his body mangled. Well, mainly his arm, but there were other parts of him that were torn up as well. It looked pretty bad. His daughter let out a whine, head turning as she searched for the source of the noise, nose twitching. Hadley stroked her gently, soothing her until she curled back up into his arms. Gently he placed her down to the side, nestled into a pile of bandages. He'd love to keep holding her, but he would need both hands to look at this.


Quietly he stepped over, examining the wounds. What happened? His hands gently scanned over each scrape, barely brushing them as he measured the extent. It would have to be cleaned. Turning he grabbed a bowl of water. It wasn't the best, having been sitting there for a day, but he didn't want to run out and get something fresh. Not when it was so bad. Dipping a rag in he gently dabbed at it, making sure the scrapes were clean and applying a mixture of witch hazel to each one.


Turning to the bad arm he guided Tony further in, hoping that the smell of blood wouldn't disturb the tiny pup. She did move about a bit, but quickly settled in deeper. Sighing with relief he resumed his tending, moving his hands. Broken. Hadley thought back to when he'd seen someone set a bone. He'd never done it alone before, but he'd have to now. Smiling the best he could he spoke to Tony. I'm going to move your arm into position before I splint it. Try not to struggle. That would probably hurt a lot.


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Ochre eyes pointed sharply to Hadley, and then to the child in his grasp. His lip twitched upwards in distaste as he remembered Neela. Jesus, what was she going to say? When he realised he noticed she was large already, so perhaps they'd have their hands full. She'd screw at him for sure. She'd be the only one in working order to care for them. And as far as Tony guess they grew up quickly. Snorting softly, he turned back to the medic and spoke, 'Ah guess ah own y' a congrats...' he mused, nosing the air in the child's direction. Tony winced slightly as his wounds were cleaned but let nothing, not even a small whine. Large white teeth were clamped together, strangled huffs of oxygen coming from his nose.


A moment pasted before the Goliath looked to the child again. It was so bloody small. The mere size of it freaked him out, but he couldn't avert his eyes. 'What's it like?' he asked suddenly, his voice almost soft, in reference to fatherhood. Tony answered quickly when he questioned about what happened, wincing in remembrance, 'Went out ridin'. Th' horse wen' down a bank an' fell. Ah wen' under him and trapped ma arm... Ah...' he trailed off and shook his head. The Knight man said nothing as Hadley began setting his arm.


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A bright smile lit up at Tony's words, even as he continued to work. She's amazing. I can't believe she's mine. Hadley knew Isa hadn't cheated on him. She hadn't been able to, as he'd basically kept her locked up and patrolling to keep other males away when she'd entered being in heat. She had his coloring, the mix of browns covering her fur. Just so perfect. It terrified him thinking that he might screw up raising her somehow.


Hadley felt over the bones, gently finding each place that was out of alignment. Once he was done he moved swiftly, twisting the arm back to how it was meant to be as rapidly as he could. With the bones aligned once more he looked over the arm, making sure that everything had gone properly. There was fresh blood, but otherwise it had gone smoothly. Grabbing the aloe vera tint he carefully added water, making a paste to coat the injured arm.


Listening to Tony he smiled, his tail wagging gently. Grabbing some bandages he carefully changed where Amatha was, stroking her head so she settled back down. It's everything you could want. You're holding a whole life, just so perfectly built. I'm afraid of screwing things up, but I can't leave her alone. He began wrapping the arm, making sure that it was secure. A piece of wood was tied on to hold the arm stiff, then added a sling. That should do it. Come back in a week and I'll look to see how it's doing.


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