Fairwood Memorial
#7 of Fairwood
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Fairwood chapter 7
Fairwood Memorial
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The surgical floor was quiet, the tiles were gleaming, everything was fine. It was an unusally peaceful moment in Fairwood Memorial.
Scott Carson, the respected attending stood at the counter of the nurses' station, writing on the chart of his patient. He was wearing his blue scrubs, the tall, big wolf ejnoyed the calm minutes. He knew that everything could become into a mess in no time....
He closed the chart, handed it to a nurse, who flashed a brilliant smile to the black wolf. Scott didn't even notice it.
"What's up, wolf?" Owen Lawrence said(the gigantic rhino) and handed a glass of coffee to the wolf.
"Nothin', just an elbow reconstruction in a few minutes."
"Three hours, huh?" The rhino replied, idly sipping his own coffee.
"Without complications." The wolf answered and Owen just nodded.
"Time, to find my interns. I already paged them. They should be here...." Scott had hardly said that and four, panting interns, in white coats and same blue scrubs ran to the wolf.
"Have fun, Scott." Owen said, and began doing his own paperwork.
"Dr.Carson..... the operation is resceduled." A bunny said between two breath.
"What? No... Mrs.Peters has been waiting for a month to finally..." Scott said, his temper rising exponentially. His interns watched in fear as the wolf moved to the surgical board, they didn't want to be around when Scott was about to go ballistic. They suspected Dr.Carson had family issues.....
The wolf examined the board, his surgery was erased, and was replaced with a brain operation.
"What the HELL??? A cortexcular hemathorapathy???" He yelled half furious and amazed. It wasn't something that happened every day in the O.R. "I'll talk to Darcy...." And the wolf was paddeing to O.R. number three, his steps shook the ground, blood pressure high in the sky...
He turned around the corner, and there were another bunch of interns, one pushing the bed on its wheels, with a middle aged hyena laying unconsciously on it.
"Would somebody tell me, why the hell did Darcy put his surgery before mine? My patient has been waiting for a month to get her armfunction back."
The interns froze, a nurse just shook her head in disapprooving, then a really brave intern said: "It wasn't Dr.Darcy who......." She gulped nervously, the wolf looked so intimadating. The good looking, powerful lupine, with his bulging muscles, deep brown eyes....
"Darcy What?" Scott asked back. Then an attending marched through the doors of the O.R., he wore green scrubs, a cap on his head.
"What is this yelling?" The male fox asked loudly, but froze after he realized who was the source of the intense shouting. The wolf and fox stared at each other in complete shock, everybody else in the room was busy with turning their heads between the pair. They were like statues for long seconds, muzzles slightly open, eyes wide, staring without blinking.
"John?" The wolf whispered, his intimidating look vanished and was replaced with total surprise. The fox looked just like Scott. His green eyes fixed on the wolf. Their ears pulled backwards a little.
"What are you waiting for? Prepare Mr.Huthner to surgery." The fox said as he lifted his gaze from the lupine.
"John? You work here?" Scot asked softly, he couldn't keep from staring at the fox.
"Not now, Scott." That's all he said, then padded inside the O.R., leaving the wolf outside, completely dumbstruck.
After a few minutes of standing there, staring at the walls, Scott finally returned to the nurses' station. The rhino was still writing charts.
"John is here...." Scott said, his interns scooted clooser to hear the deatails...
"He's already back?"
"What? You knew he worked here?"
"Yeah, you didn't?" The rhino asked back.
"Two years passed and everybody forgot to tell me John Torres works here???" Scott just couldn't believe it.
"Nah, I'm sure I told you about it... he was in Europe." Owen made said and gulped down his coffee.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me????" Scott yelled. "And don't you have labs to run???" He grolwed to his interns. They hurridly left the surgical floor, before Scott could have sent them to do worse things than labs. Like enemas...
"Scott, it's no big deal. I don't know why you're so upset...." He said and padded off the do his job.
The wolf ruffled his headfur. He thought that he might be just dreaming it, but the burning feeling of the hot coffee in his right paw ensured him of the opposite.
***
Scott waited impatiently at the doors of the O.R. His tail twitching sometimes from nervousness.
Mr.Huthner was brought back to his room four hours later, his surgery was succesful. Scott didn't care about the well-being of the patient this time.
"Hey, Scott." The fox greeted him as he padded out. The wolf's heart skipped a beat as the fox talked to him.
"Hey, John." They looked into each other's eyes, and the fox awerted his gaze after a second.
"The chief didn't say you work here." John spoke.
"He didn't talk about you either." The wolf answered. They suddenly became aware that everybody was watching them, nurses, interns and other attendings alike. They looked at them, like staring at their favourite soap opera.
"Do you wanna' talk more privately?" Scott asked carefully and John nodded. They headed to the elevator, feeling the gaze of the others on their back.
Scott pushed the button that lead to the seventh floor. It was mostly abandoned because of renovating, the hospital kept some medicine and stuff there.
"Where is your wedding ring?" John asked, not looking at the wolf, it seemed the buttons on the wall were more interesting...
"I don't wear it any longer."
"And Jane?" The fox asked softly.
"She left me eleven years ago." John still didn't look at him, just kept staring at the wall, his eyes cold, almost soulless.
The elevator stopped, the wolf and fox padded out. The seventh floor smelled like fresh paint. There were buckets everywhere, along with medical books, boxes full of catheters and needles. John finally looked into Scott's eyes.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" He asked coldly.
"Why didn't you talk to me about resceduling the elbow reconstruction?" Scott asked and John blinked in surprise.
"You want to talk about patients?" The fox asked, obviously irritated.
"Yeah. You removed my operation just like that! Not telling me! Do you have any idea how long my patient has been waiting?"
"Really? REALLY? WE SEE EACH OTHER AFTER TWENTY YEARS AND YOU TALK ABOUT PATIENTS?" The fox shouted. Maybe the furs in the basement couldn't hear him. "You know what??? I don't care, you can operate tomorrow! DAMN!"
"What do you expect? Hi, John! It's been so long you! The day you said you loved me and asked me to choose you over Jane was just like yesterday???" Scott shot back, his ears lay flat aginst his head, just like the fox's.
The fox just couldn't reply to that.
"And you chose Jane." He whispered, staring at the paint-stained tiles.
"She got pregnant. What did you expect....."
"Yeah, you knocked her up...." Scott growled lightly, John didn't get scared at all. "What? It's true. You got drunk and knocked her up."
"Yeah, that's true." The wolf said. "But you have no idea what it is like to be a father. You can't understand."
"She gave birth to two wolves. Big deal. Almost every female can give birth." Scott felt his claws retracting and scartching the fabric of his clothes. The fox was playing to piss him off like no one ever before.
"Three." Scott growled again, he couldn't hold back from baring his teeth. The fox understood the signs he showed, John growled back, his green eyes burnt with fire.
"So you had knocked her up again later, hadn't you?" And John found himself pushed to the wall, his wrists trapped in powerful wolven grip, Scott growled like a feral beast, his deep, growling vibrated in the air. Still, it seemed John wanted it. He growled to the big wolf, baring his teeth.
"What? Two cubs weren't enough? You wanted a third from that whore???" Scott was so close to hit the fox.
"Don't you dare talk about them like they were bastards!!!" The wolf roared. John just looked into his eyes, daring him, making his frustartion and anger boil. Their lips were maybe just an inch away, or less.
It happened quickly. Completely unexpected and unavoidable. The wolf kissed the fox on the lips passionately, his tongue forced its way into the fox's muzzle easily. The heat and rush of energy croused in their veins and John kissed back...
They were eighteen again. Young and careless.
***
A cute fox came up on the stairs, jumping with joy, his tail swished behind him. There was a wolf, padding up, mezmerized by the way the fox's tail moved.
They walked into John's bedroom.
"You showed them today, Scott. The crowd went wild." The fox said and threw his backpack into the corner of his room, right next to his bed.
"Nah, it was nothin'. Just got a good pass from Owen."
"But it felt good, didn't it? Being the star? As everyone cheered and clapped ... and it was just for you." The fox whispered with a beautiful smile as the wolf got closer to him, the black lupine paws came resting on his hips, just like Scott touched many girls....
"Were you cheering too? Clapping?" Scott smiled back and licked the fox's ears affectionately.
"Kinda'. I stripped nude and shouted your name like a cheerleader bitch."
"Naughty fox.... stripping in public? Since when have you been such an exhibitionist?"
"Since when have you been into cute, male foxes?"
"Just one fox, just one." Scott whispered and kissed John softly on the nose, making the fox giggle.
"Ow, the big, buff football star." John cooed but Scott just pushed him on the bed, making him yip in surprise.
"Hey! You can't get me that easily!" the fox said with small laugh, but Scott kept kissing his neck. "My parnets..." - a gasp -"will be home soon..."
Then there was a light cratch of claws, making John shiver and close his eyes. He felt the claws trace his jawline, to his neck and chest, while Scott brushed the fur on his muzzle.
"Quiet, meat...." The wolf whispered huskly into the fox's ears.
***
John fought back. He was furious. The lapping tongue in his muzzle just made him angrier. He won't give his body to the wolf again.
The fox managed to free his right paw from the wolf's iron grip, but the next thing really caught him off guard.
Scott let looses his other trapped paw, John thought thought for a second Scott would hurt him, but the wolf's harp claws didn't hurt, just gently scratched the fox's skin, making John's fur stand on edge. The wolf looked into his eyes and time seemed to slow down.
"Queit, meat." Scott murmured. It was a moment of shaking, trembeling. When John put his paws around the bigger wolf's neck and let Scott claim his lips and tongue... like he had done so many times when they were young.
Their kiss was vicous, full of anger and lust. Sweet with pent up frustration, unspoken swears, curses and shouts. They knew what the other said by just kissing. 'I missid you, I hate you, I loved you .... I left you'.
They all knew this, it was on the tip of their tongues, playing on their lips like bitter honey.
And they were so young again, full of energy and lust. A pair of eighteen year old horny teenager.
John peeled the wolf's scrubs off his body. Scott was hot like never before, his muscles and phisique hadn't changed since the last time the fox saw him naked. His abs and pecs were just as defined and good looking as before. The wolf's brown eyes looked into the foX's green ones, they both knew what the other wanted.
Scott turned to a shelf next to them, there were lots of boxes with needles and bandages. The wolf found the thing they needed after a few seconds. Lube. God bless medicine and Chief Newman for keeping lube on the seventh floor.
All the while John kicked off his last piece of cloth from his feet. Scott let his eyes wander on the fox's body.
John was hot as hell, he wasn't buff or big. His body was slim, still well developed, though his fur hide his muscles.
A small click, liquied spillt on black pads... the fox turned around and raised his tail, revealing his tight, pink hole. John imagined what Scott was doing, how he smeared the cold lube on his rock hord, long wolf cock, how his pads touched his penis. And there was a finger, poking at his tailhole, lubing him up...
The fox murred in lust as a pair of black paws pulled him closer from behind, their fur touching all way long.
He yipped and whined as Scott's length spread him open, the strange sense of deja vu never left them. John whined, trashed and moaned in the wolf's protective hug, Scott pushed him farther on the thick cock, impaling the fox, made him whine pathetically and John craved for more.
The room was spinning, their blood was rushing in their veins. The wolf mated the fox with deep thrusts, making John cry out sometimes, followed by lustful growls and yips. Scott was silent, he didn't slow down or made any sound just held the fox tightly, his muzzle nuzzleing the fox's ears and neck.
They both knew it wouldn't last long, the wolf's knot were forming more and more, making small popping sounds. The fox was in heaven. He didn't care where he was. He didn't even care what will happen later. Just the wolf who made him feel alive and complete.
Then the moment came when they boh cried out in extasy, sharp teeth gripped the fox's neck as the wolf tied with the other male. The wolf and fox rode the unbelievable waves of their orgasm. Tied together, trembeling and shaking all over, the other's scent marking their fur... it was too good to last forever.
***
"Two of my best attendings missing! For three hours! The emergency is a complete mess! The surgical floor crowded, patients whining about sueing the hospital!" The chief of surgery sat behind his desk, his eyes gleamed like thunders in the storm. "Owen had to deal with everyting! Patients, scared interns and visitors!!! Would you tell me where the fuck have you been?" Dr.Newman was letting out the steam, in the most civilized way he could.
"Sit down, both of you!" Scott sat down obidiently, he won't argue with his boss. But John refused.
"I prefer standing, Sir."
"What? You prefer? DO WHAT I SAY, JOHN!" It was a question of authority for the chief. He must show them who is the boss.
"I'm sorry, sir but..."
"SIT DOWN? DAMN IT!" THe chief yelled. The fox took a deep breath and ever so slowly sat down, all the while gritting his teeth. He tried so hard to show no discomfort, but a soft whine escaped his muzzle. The chief saw the pain on the fox's face.
"Oh my god.... you...." The chief just shooked his head and closed his eyes. He was tired as fuck.
"Sir, I can explain." John started, blushing furiously, ears flattened, tail curled around his right leg.
"No.... just shut up. I don't wanna' hear the details." Dr.Newman sighed deeply. "Promise me your personal life won't get in the way of your job again."
"We promise." Scott said confidently, he was glad the chief was letting them go with a small yelleing demonstration.
"It won't happen again, Sir." The fox added. His green eyes met with Scott's brown ones.
They both knew it was a big, fat lie.