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I had on my thick blue winter coat that Peter had gotten me for my birthday a few months ago. Even through the thick layers of fleece and insulating synthetics, and my other thick coat of black body fur underneath, I could still feel the frigid air seeping in, trying to freeze me solid. I hate the cold, I don't know how Peter can claim to like it, just seems crazy to me. My poor tail... all out in the open with nothing but fur to keep it warm...

I know its only a fifteen minute walk from home to the subway station but the negative twelve degree wind chill really starts to get at the nose pad after a while. Well, more like a few seconds, wet puppy noses, like mine, don't winter well. I could always just ask Peter for a ride to work, but I don't like being bother. Plus I really could use the exercise, I don't want to get any fatter than I already am...

I could see the familiar sign point the way to the underground transportation station. I took a hold of the icy metal railing with my gloved paw, and descended into the subterranean level. It got somewhat warmer as I continued down the stairs, not enough to actually be anywhere near comfortable, but enough to let the ice on my nose pad begin to melt.

I swiped my MCM card at the turnstile and stepped through. The metal arms of the gate made loud clicking and clanking noises as they revolved around their spoke. Several other furs were also making their way through the turnstile gates, adding to the general clamor of the underground commuter world echoing all around me. I looked down at my watch to make sure I was still on time to catch the H-line. Yup, still on time.

I didn't need to wait long for my train to arrive. The H-line makes two stops at the central hospital so it runs quite frequently. I heard an unintelligible message come across the loudspeakers, probably informing us of the approaching train. My ears flicked to the low rumble the trains make as they get closer. I could see the metal tube come around the corner, it's breaks screeching as it came to a halt.

The big pneumatically powered metal doors opened letting off a few of the furs who were already on the train. After all the disembarking furs were clear of the train, the embarking ones moved in to take their places, including me.

There weren't many furs boarding the train with me, usually the cold weather drives away most of the commuters who have their own cars. In the summer more furs prefer to just take the more economical subway instead of driving themselves.

Once aboard I quickly spotted an open seat and sat down on the hard plastic, being mindful to flick my tail to the side so it wouldn't get injured. The clamor of furs all around me did give me some discomfort. I'm not a big fan of crowded places, being around too many other furs scares me. Normally I try to squeeze myself up against the wall or a window. Its comforting to me since it only means I have to deal with one stranger instead of two.

The train lurched forward as it began to accelerate down the tracks. I began to groom my tail to try and regain some feeling in the appendage. Personal grooming also had the added bonus of helping me to ignore my surroundings.

The hospital is only a few streets down from the stop where I get on, so its only a short shuttle between the stations. It was only a few minutes later I clamored back to my foot paws and made my way out of the big metal doors and into the emergency wing's subway concourse. And fortunately from there, it was only a short walk from the subway exit to the main doors to the ER.

I walked through the small reception and waiting area and enter a side hall marked with a 'staff only' sign. Down this hall were mostly the worker's facilities, like employee bathrooms, lounges, and the locker room. I headed to the men's locker room to change into my work clothes and store my heavy jacket and boots. I could see Nurse Ian already inside. He stands about an inch or two shorter than myself, and his distinctly jaguar pattern fur stood out against his light blue hospital scrubs. "Good morning Ian!" I called out to him.

"Hello Dr. Fowler. How's it going?" the jaguar nurse asked me in that typical feline voice.

I do find something a little sexy in it, especially Peter's. That's probably one of the reasons why I let him dominate me so easily. I don't get very close to many men or furs in general, outside of places I'm comfortable in, like the hospital where I have security and coworkers to protect me. You can probably imagine how I feel about letting someone else dominate me.

But I'll do anything for a man I trust, provided I'm not already seeing someone else. I roll a lot of ways but straight and cheating aren't one of them, mutual polygamy maybe, but that's not something Peter seems too keen on. He's more of a one wolf kinda guy.

"A little formal today Ian?" I joked. We shared a quick glance and smirk before continuing what we were doing. "Just fine. And you?" I extended the courtesy back to him.

"All's well with me too." He beamed. Ian is really nice guy, he can just be a little too nice and proper at times. A lot like Peter, as far as properness is concerned. He's more laidback though, while Peter is always so uptight. It's one of the things that drew me to Peter though. I like a guy who's well put together, even if he's a little extreme at times. "How's Peter?"

"Oh, he's doing fine. Still as busy as ever at work." I quickly pulled off my shirt over my head and threw on the blue scrubs from my locker. Next I slipped on my white doctor's coat, with my little brass name tag. Prominently proclaiming me to be 'Dr. Benjamin Fowler'. I made a quick check of my head fur, in the mirror I kept in my locker. I brushed a few stray hairs aside and turned toward the little coffee counter in the corner. I wonder if the female locker room has a similar set up.

Ian was already pouring some water into the machine and preparing the brown powder for brewing. "Do you want any?" he asked me, not missing a beat in his morning routine of gratifying caffeine intake.

"No," I said, "Peter made breakfast this morning. Coffee is a required breakfast dish in our house. I wouldn't want to see Peter without his daily dose of caffeine."

"I see he's treating you right." He smiled and snuffled a bit.

"You have no idea." I giggled as the memories of last night began to invade my professional mind. Nothing like the thoughts of a nice and sexy tiger butt to put a pep in my step. And a well... tent in my... well you know. Fortunately I've got enough self control to push those thoughts out of my mind before it gets to that.

"I can imagine." He giggled, "As long as he's treating you right." He snickered again.

There he goes again. Ian makes a running joke of jumping to my defense if Peter ever turns on me or something. He says the same thing about Kara the receptionist nurse, To put it lightly, I'd be more afraid for Ian's safety than Peter's, or Kara's for that matter. The jaguar may not be frail, but he wouldn't stand a chance against my Peter. Plus it's not like Peter would ever mistreat me.

"Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. You should be more concerned about protecting that pretty boy face of yours, if you know what's good for you." I said jokingly to him. "When are you going to find someone of your own, anyway?"

"I'm still looking for the right fur."

"To be the future Mr. or Mrs. Ian Baxter?" I swatted his backside with my tail.

"You know the whole marriage thing isn't for me." He swatted back, "To quote Mae West, 'Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution'." Typical Ian, tease me about my relationship when he's not even in one of his own.

"Are you waiting for me to praise you on your knowledge of a long dead American actresses popular with thirties housewives?" I teased him.

"No. I'm just... waiting or the coffee." He covered.

"Sure, sure." I gruffed, "I'm going to go check in. See you on the floor."

"See you on the floor." He snickered back.

I shuffled back out into the corridor and down the hall to the reception area. I spotted a lady polar bear in blue scrubs sitting quietly behind the big white reception counter. "Hey Kara! Any good cases yet?"

"Good morning Benji!" The polar bear beamed with a wide smile, "Just a bug in bay three..."

"You can't be serious..." I grunted.

"Nope!" she giggled, "Just pulling your leg. Slow morning actually. Thankfully so because, Doctors Clay and Khan are late today."

"That's unusual." Normally Doctor Kahn is a real hard ass when it comes to her job so being late is not something she's known for. Doctor Clay on the other paw, she's not as serious but a great physician nonetheless. Normally we send in Doctor Clay to clean up when Doctor Kahn's bedside manner gets under a patient's fur. Diplomacy is as much put of being a doctor as diagnosing illness, and that's really the only place I can fault Doctor Kahn. She doesn't believe in sugar coating anything for patients. That's why Doctor Clay and I handle the children and pregnancies, at least according to Kara.

"It is the first day your legally allowed to practice medicine unsupervised." The polar bear giggled, "Maybe they're trying to see how you handle yourself on your own."

My ears flicked to the static of a call coming in on the EMS radio, "This is ambulance team six, inbound with a male German Shepard, about fifteen years of age. He is unconscious with visible contusions and lacerations. We are approximately five minutes out."

I only needed a few seconds, to digest the incoming information, before I began barking out orders to the other ER staff who were present. "Prep trauma bay three, we have an incoming patient. Fifteen year old male, unresponsive. Kara, alert pediatrics of the patient and have the pediatric surgeon on standby. I also want to be notified the second either Doctor Clay or Doctor Kahn arrive. Janice, call the blood bank and have them send down an IV bag of O-negative." I barked out my orders in an uninterrupted string of commands. The staff immediately began moving to carry them out. "Sounds like they picked the wrong day to test me." I mumbled to Kara about her earlier remark.

"Don't judge a patient before they get here Doctor Fowler." The senior nurse told me from her position behind the counter. "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. For all we know he got into mom's sleeping pills by mistake and fell down the stairs."

"Now who's pre-diagnosing patients?" I asked her jokingly.

"All I'm saying is you need to be prepared for anything." She said with a wise tone not befitting the youthful looking polar bear, who's really only a few years older than Peter. "Don't you have a patient to go receive Doctor Fowler?" she looked at me with a smile, almost wishing me luck with the look.

I made my way through the flurry of medical furs rushing around preparing the ER for the incoming patient, and dealing with some of the other patients already here. It only took me a few moments to reach the hallway that leads to the ambulance bay. The hallway was wider than most, and not as well lit. I looked out the big eclectic tempered glass doors which gave a pretty good view of the bay outside. I can only imagine why a fifteen year old boy would be coming in with these kinds of injuries. Best to keep my mind free of idle speculation, like nurse Kara said, and just focus on what I see when the patient gets here.

The ambulance driver wasn't exaggerating when he said five minutes. The red and white box shaped vehicle pulled in pretty fast, but still stopping on a dime once it got to the bay. The paramedics wasted no time pulling the gurney from the back of the vehicle and rushing it through the ambulance bay doors. I pressed my back against the wall to make it easier for them to pass. "Take him to trauma bay three." I told them.

I looked down at the young canine as they wheeled him past me. I immediately noticed that he had wounds on his side and on his shoulder, as well as one on the right side of his forehead. I followed closely behind the paramedics, as they wheeled him down the hall and into the bay. The nurses immediately began hooking up the monitoring equipment to him and inserting the intravenous lines.

I turned to the paramedic that stayed behind in the room with us. He was a big antelope man and easily had a good half foot in height above me, "What can you tell me about him?" I asked him imperatively.

"Not much." He said, "Someone found him on the street this morning and called 9-1-1. We picked him up and brought him here."

"That's great..." I sighed. I noticed Ian next to the bed, he was attaching the IV line to thd needle. I waited for him to finish what he was doing before grabbing his attention, don't want to scare the cat while he's doing delicate work, "Ian, I want a tox-screen ran. Might as well see if he was doing something he wasn't supposed to."

"Yes Doctor." He replied, maintaining the formality of my rank.

"BP is seventy-two over forty. Heart rate is only forty-five, but it's steady." One of the other nurses called out.

"Get these clothes off of him and clean these wounds. Check his pockets for any contact information." I ordered the nurses, who immediately began cutting them off. I made a preliminary scan of his upper body for obvious wounds. Mostly, I could just see the same lacerations that I could originally through his torn clothing. I lifted his head and looked through his fur for any bruises or other head trauma, he had a number of bruises and cuts all over his upper body. I also opened his muzzle and looked around to ensure that his airway was clear of obstructions before going anywhere further. It only took me about twenty-five to thirty seconds to finish my preliminary inspection. Other than the cut on his forehead, there "Nurse Jackson, I want a portable head CT on this patient. I also want a full body CT when we have him stabilized, make it happen." She gave a curt nod and made a note in her little pad.

"Is that... a bite mark?" I looked to my right to see that Ian had returned. He was leaning over the German shepherd's right shoulder looking at the wound there. "These look like tooth marks doctor."

I quickly mulled over a few alternative possibilities in my mind. Maybe he's right, maybe it's just coincidence. But they are rather suspicious looking marks. They were a series of small punctures arranged in an oval shape, two on either side looked deeper than the rest.

"Swab for saliva. This is more looking and more like an assault case." I affirmed to him. I shuffled my nose, I could smell something strange, but familiar. Something feels very wrong and I'm not sure why yet. I pointed my paw at the paramedic, still standing at the doorway. "You sir! I want you to go contact the local police, tell them that we have a possible assault victim. Ask them if there have been any other assault, kidnapping, or missing furs reports in the past forty-eight hours."

"Yes doctor." He said as he rushed out of the room.

"Get that blood we put on standby. We don't know how long he's been like this and how much blood he's already lost. We need to increase his blood pressure. Prepare twenty micrograms of dopamine for injection. I want to get his BP and heart rate back up. It's probably why he's still unconscious..." I snuffled, cutting my rant of orders short.

There's that damn smell again... wait! FUCK! I know that damn smell. Too well for my liking in this case.

I practically screamed at the nurses as I ordered them, "Flip him on his side now!"

The three nurses and I began to flip the German Shepherd onto his side, Ian was on his right side next to me. The other two nurses helped stabilized and guide his body from the other side.

"Oh god..." Ian said in disgust. My face went from serious, to blank, to shocked and horrified at what we discovered.

"Jackson get me a rape kit. Now!" I yelled at nurse Jackson across the bed.

"Doctor?" she asked, not being on the same side of the patient as Ian and I, probably fortunate enough for her. It wasn't a pretty sight, to say the least. Ian looked like he was about to pass out.

"Just do it!" I barked at her.

"Yes doctor." The nurse walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a small box that no doctor ever wants to use.

"You okay Ian?" I asked in concern for the jaguar. He only breathed in heavily and held his eyes closed. "Ian?" I snapped my fingers to try and get his attention, it didn't work. I looked over to nurse Jessica on the other side of the bed, "Jessica." I called out. The cougar nurse locked eyes with me, I craned my neck toward the stricken jaguar beside me.

She didn't say a word in response, but she simply nudged Ian on the shoulder and took his place. Fortunately the paramedic I sent out earlier appeared back in the doorway.

"Take Nurse Ian out for some fresh air" I said looking straight at him. He took Ian by the arms and walked the lightheaded cat out of the room.

Nurse Jackson stood across from me again with a small box in paw. She gulped as she handed the box to me. We didn't exchange words, only a look.

I'll spare you the next few minutes that are certainly among the lowest lows of my entire career. In the end two vials were produced, one to be collected by police for evidence, along with the saliva. The other, to be tested further for further medical confirmation, so I can accurately file it in my report later.

The entire thing is just absolutely vile. How anyone could ever do this to someone, especially someone who's just a teenager. The entire thing just brings back some extremely unpleasant memories for me. Something I'd rather not even think about, let alone think about anyone else going through what I did. I was only fourteen when my own brother raped me, something very few furs know about me. A few of my colleagues know and Peter knowing is just a given, he is my boyfriend and mate after all.

I turned my eyes to the computer screen next to me. I began to look over the CT images we took, fortunately he doesn't appear to have any significant neural trauma. Which means it's probably only a matter of time until he comes to.

I jumped at the feeling of a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a polar bear woman standing behind me with a chart in her paws.

"Is that for me?" I asked.

"No. Doctor Kahn just arrived. She wishes to be apprised of your patient's status." She snuffed. "I called her in when Ian told me about the patient. You okay?"

"I'll be fine." I assured her. "Just shaken up a little. Going back over a few other things in my mind. Thinking."

"About?" she asked.

"Things..." I said, thinking I was being quite obvious to her.

"If you want I can handle Doctor Kahn if you want." She offered. Dealing with Doctor Kahn can be a chore, but there's something I need to ask her.

"No. I'll be fine." I told her, as the stood up.

"Good luck doctor." She cackled. What the he'll does she mean by that? Great now I'm worried.

I nodded and made my way back to the trauma ward from the radiography area. I saw Doctor Kahn waiting for me out side the entrance to the bay. "Doctor Kahn." I greeted the hyena.

"Good morning Doctor Fowler." she began, in an intimidating monotone voice. "What is this I hear about you calling the police in on rape and assault charges for a fifteen year old John Doe the first responders picked up on the street?" I couldn't tell whether she was trying to scold me or just trying to be dramatic.

"Well... I..." I stammered, "I was the only physician available when he arrived. My preliminary analysis confirmed the paramedic's report, of the patient being unconscious due to head trauma and blood loss. Upon closers examination I found evidence consistent with victims of homosexual rape. At that point I involved the police."

"What kind of evidence did you find?" she asked, breaking from her monotone.

I began to explain myself, "The patient had wounds on his body consistent with assault and one on his shoulder consistent with some rape victims. A full body CT and visual examination also revealed injury to the anus, rectum, and perineum consistent with anal rape. I also collected semen samples from the patient's body that could not have been from the patient himself. They have been sent to the lab for testing."

"I also saw in the patient chart that you ran a tox-screen, but the results weren't listed." She said, holding the chart in her paw.

"The tox-screen was clear of illegal drugs and any drugs associated with seduction. The only thing of note was a trace amount of Lis dexamphetamine, most likely from ADHD treatment but we can't be sure until I can question the patient. CNS stimulators aren't cheap and I doubt he'd be able to afford them on the street, and it's unusual not to find multiple different drugs."

"Good work, Doctor Fowler, but don't jump to conclusions. There are other ways someone can get a hold of amphetamines." With the way she was behaving the last thing I expected was for her to praise me, "When do you think the patient will be ready for release?"

"If he wakes up and all goes well, by the end of the day tomorrow. His physical injuries weren't that severe and there's not much more the ER can do for him. It'd be better for him to continue treatment at home but we don't have any personal information about him."

"I assume that social services have also been contacted." She cocked her head at me in an intimidating fashion.

"Yes I called them myself after I came to my determination. We are waiting for the patient to regain consciousness." I leaned in closer to her and slipped into a quiet whisper. I was a little embarrassed by what I'm going to ask her next, "If... you'll authorize it as the ER department chair, I would like to be the one to work with the patient. As you now I... have personal experience in this matter..."

"I am well aware of your past experienced Doctor." She was cold as ice. Probably for the best. "But your specialty is in emergency medicine not psychology or therapy."

"I'm aware of that, but I've been through something pretty similar to this and I just feel like I need to help him. Any way I can. I do have the qualifications for a psych doctor. I preferred emergency medicine so that's why I'm not working there now." We stood in silence for a few moments before I tried again. "Please, I... can you please just do me a favor? Just this once."

"Fine." She finally said, "I'll ask the head of psychology to allow it. If he will I'll authorize it. Just this once though, and you are to work with the police and social workers fully. Understood?"

"Yes Doctor Kahn." I beamed at her and bowed my head.

"Well?" she asked, "Don't you have a patient to tend to doctor?" she held out the chart she was holding. I looked at her for a brief moment with a bittersweet semi smile.

"Thank you doctor." I said, and bowed my head before taking the pad from her paws.