Untouchable: Chapter 5: Dis Orderly Conduct
Sean stumbled through his living room as the colors faded, fumbling with the EpiPen. The safety cap gave him trouble till his suffocating mind remembered this new type of EpiPen didn't have a cap. He slammed it into his thigh but had squeezed it too tight, or pressed too hard. The tubes needle sank into his leg but the spring did not fully trigger. The plastic tube was bent unable to deliver the full dose but what he had gotten, made a world of difference. The muffled fog clouding his mind, hearing and sight began to clear, as he stumbled to his feet to get to his neighbor and more help. In the hallway he knocked at the first door, and listened for movement but heard nothing, it was the same at the second. Needing help but having no phone he loped down the hall to the elevator with his somewhat used EpiPen in hand, when he attempted to slip it into his pocket it dropped, not worth going back for.
"Forget it," he gasped taking the stairs the elevator responding far too slowly.
He made no plan, just a bee line run to the ER, he weaved through the mostly empty streets and sidewalks, all the lights and the passage of time was a mere haze of confusion.
"Hey, are you ok someone," yelled at him from a car that slowed for him.
He didn't answer, seeing that they were Panthers, and being to focused on making it to the doctor.
He was only a block away.
"Jordan stay in the car," the female panther said.
"We got to make sure he is ok," jordan, the male panther said.
"Hey buddy are you ok," jordan asked while Sean stumbled toward the ER.
"Fine... asthma... ER," Sean choked out.
"Amy he's having an asthma attack go park the car," Jordan said, "hey let me give you a paw."
"No.... get away..." Sean growled.
"You need help, let me help you!" Jordan said.
Sean ran faster to avoid Jordan and make it through the door to the ER.
The enter nurses station was furred by a Raccoon, he gestured frantically and rasped, "anaphylaxis."
His legs hardly supported him. The raccoon paged someone, before she came around the desk and another nurse, a Tabby, helped him into a wheelchair.
The Tabby asked, "sir, can you state your name and litter date?"
"I'm Sean Harrison Miller.... my litterday was this last wednesday... I have a medical tag." Sean said and gestured to his wrist. As his eyes finally focused on the nurses helping him, he recoiled from the Tabby.
"Get away..... I can't work with..... your kind," Sean barked between rasping gasps at the Tabby.
Both nurses had shocked expressions that shifted to disgust.
"I'll handle it, Emily, cover the desk for me while I do?" The raccoon said.
"I will Shelly," Emily said and moved to the desk greeting Jordan.
Sean was wheeled into a treatment room, wheezed the whole time, then an Owl came in wearing a doctors coat, "how is the patient?"
"He is presenting with shortness of breath, a possible allergic reaction involving anaphylaxis." Shelly said.
"Ok, prep me an Epinipherine injection while I check the medical tag." The doctor said.
The nurse left the room, Sean tried to remain calm and said, "my EpiPen gave a partial delivery."
"I'm doctor Kelner, I see you have a cat allergy, that is rare for dogs." Dr Kelner said after she examined through his fur the medical tag.
"I'm a wolf," Sean wheezed.
"Yes, you are, but unlike what the pack or most wolves are willing to admit, you are both in the same animal family. But that is not the issue here. You said you had a partial Epinipherine injection, do you have the pen with you or know its capacity?" Dr Kelner asked.
"I think it was two-hundred and fifty milliliters, but I can still hardly breathe." Sean said.
"That's a fairly large dosage, I'm going to give you a hundred more and see if that clears your airway up, plus a histamine blocker," Dr Kelner said. Shelly returned with the syringe on a tray, pills, and a prepped oxygen muzzle.
Doctor Kelner gently gave him the shot which cleared Sean's foggy mind emediately. Then had him swallow the pills. Shelly placed the mask on his maw and said, "I will be back to check on you in a few minutes, you can page the front desk with the buzzer by the air tank. Please lay back and breathe normally." The nurse and doctor left.
Sean lay there frustrated, while watching the clock minute by minute his self directed anger building.
"Oliver probably thinks your a dirty sheath rinse, Alpha what was I thinking." Sean thought, "maybe Xander can get my phone. Oliver probably thinks I'm crazy, damnit, and that nurse, she must think I'm a bigot maybe those panthers too."
Time passed and Sean felt the adrenaline leave his system. The Raccoon nurse, Shelly, came in with the wheelchair and asked, "how are you feeling?"
"Not one hundred percent but getting much better." Sean said.
"Ok, if you can get up, we are going to move you to a room for the night." She said with detached professionalism.
He stood up only to sit again in the wheel chair she held for him.
"Shelly, that's your name, and the other nurse at reception was Emily, right?" He asked and smelled her dislike.
"Yes, that is Nurse Harkens name, and I'm Nurse Jones," Shelly said as she took him down the hall.
"Is she still here?" He asked.
"Why would you like to know?" Shelly asked.
"I feel bad and I want to explain my behavior," he said.
"You mean your insult to her species?" Shelly asked ice in her words.
"Yes, that, I want to apologize and explain that an insult wasn't my intention, I have an allergy to cats, you both can look at my records if you like, I was scared because I'm here because of a reaction to a cat." Sean said quickly to prevent an interruption.
He smelled Shelly relax behind him, "I did not realize and that does explain it," she said.
"I want to apologize in person if she is here, or if not could you pass that along."
"I'll make sure she knows," Shelly said, "or, well, the room you'll be in is an observation room she can intercom and you can apologize directly."
"I'd like that, I had a bad day and I don't want to make her have a bad one as well," Sean said, "it would be like, 'hey girl how was your day, oh great other than a shit eater that came into work,' you know?"
"Yeah that makes perfect sense, Oh, your sisters called and are on the way," Shelly said, and backed him into the new room. It had a very large landscape style window with diagonal wires crossing through it. A medical bed and retractable privacy curtain.
"So, shit eaters made my sister's call come to mind?" Sean asked.
"Sadly yes, they were a bit demanding, and I still assumed you were a bigot." She said.
"Oh great there in one of those moods, I'm fine, they don't need to come," Sean grumbled.
"They don't seem like the type to take no for an answer and will be here shortly," Shelly said.
"How, embarrassing," he said, "even if their here I want to tell The other nurse I'm sorry."
"Ok, she is Emily, and is there anything else you need," Shelly said warmly.
"No, I'm alright, and thank you," Sean said and lay down.
"I'll be back with a blanket, after I do rounds." Shelly said and closed the door.
Sean thought, "Sharron is going to lecture me, just like mom because one of them 'will have too,' and Samantha is going to chew me out for being an idiot."
"Ahh, Alpha! Why am I such an idiot! I knew this would happen but I went home with the guy anyway." Sean barked. He felt like crying, wanting a guy like Oliver or to be someone else who could have a guy like him, a big handsome feline, his overcharged yet fatigued mind moped while he waited for the inevitable.
All to soon it came as two black and brown shapes hurdled through the door, scenting him to make sure he was ok before attacking.
Sharron started, "Mother taught you better than this, think how we would all feel if you died-"
"Sean! For Alpha sake, what were you thinking it's our litter day party too?" Samantha growled cutting in.
"Don't curse by the Alpha!" Sharron barked.
"Stop telling me what to do," Samantha growled.
"Can I have a hug I'm sorry... I'm really sorry," Sean whimpered folding his ears back.
They froze and calmed at his submission. "You are such a runt," Sharron said hugging Sean and giving him a nuzzle.
"I was stupid and hoping it wouldn't be as bad this time," he said choking up.
"Why do you keep doing this to yourself," Samantha asked, "there are so many other furs you can go for."
"Exactly, first grade wasn't your fault but junior high and high school should have taught you this isn't going away," Sharron said.
"They just do it for me," Sean said, " I thought I had gotten used to being around them. I have a cat coworker now and I wasn't having a reaction like I used too."
"You idiot," Samantha said, "some furs have crack head siblings we have a cat head instead."
"Cats aren't drugs," Sean said.
"Might as well be for you, you die if you keep trying them," Sharron said.
"Did you at least get to home plate this time," Samantha asked.
"I did not just hear that," Sharron said, "Oh, Alpha forgive your dirty minds."
"No just cuddles and one kiss," Sean said winning a soft smile from Sharron.
"If you are going to die for it, be bold," Samantha said.
"Great advice, 'hey, if you are going to do it, make sure we find a naked dead body and traumatized cat,' no thank you," Sharron said.
"Please don't tell mom and dad," Sean said.
"Like we'd do that, they can hardly handle you being gay, let alone you having death sex with a cat." Samantha said.
"You have such a pleasant way of describing things," Sharron said sarcastically.
Samantha and Sharrons phones buzzed.
"What's up?" Sean asked.
"Oh, your killer cat is here with your phone," Samantha said.
"I need to talk to him," Sean said.
"No cats are coming into this room and your not getting your phone till I clean it." Samantha said.
"There is an intercoms for the room, it'll be perfectly fine." Sean said.
"Ok will go get him, he can't visit without being with family," Sharron said.
"Thanks," Sean said heart pounding but not from the epinephrine.