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Kevin stared at the Naga on the hospital bed—extended specifically for Naga and Naga-like tauric anthros. The Naga lay on his back, his body still save for the very shallow rise and fall of his chest. By his feet, a younger, darker version of his mate lay coiled and asleep. He shivered occasionally, most likely reliving his rape at the hands of the madman equine who’d shanghaied them and was most likely going to rape them all, all while Kevin would have watched tied to a chair bolted to the floor.

Kevin wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was shaken up pretty bad, himself. The whole ordeal had been exhausting, traumatic, and tragic. He’d lost his entire precinct. Guys he’d worked with since he was a probie, all dead, six feet under because some lunatic wanted a pair of samurai swords. He’d watched his son (he would never consider Ricky his step son. He would always treat the Naga hatchling as one of his own brood.) be raped. He’d been raped, himself. He knew that Richarde had been raped, and based on that fact, he was pretty sure his adoptive father, the commissioner had been, too.

Thanks to one very heavily trained lutrin, they had all been saved from being further molested by the freak of nature who’d called himself Maxim Salazar Guerrero. Kevin’s head hurt from the grief. Made worse by the image of the man he loved unconscious and barely breathing still fresh in his mind. He worried the Naga wouldn’t wake from his state. That he’d entered a coma and would die.

It was too soon for that. They hadn’t even been married yet. He was severely worried that that wouldn’t happen. His father came into the hospital room, “Still hasn’t woken up?” Brennan asked, worriedly.

“No. No change in the last forty-eight hours. What am I gonna do, dad?” Kevin replied, his voice filled with no small amount of pain.

“For the time being, I’m ordering you to take a month long leave of absence. Call it Grievance. You’ll have to give me your badge and your gun, though.”

“but…”

“But nothing. Kevin. Remember I’m your superior. And while I hate ordering you. I feel I must. This is an order from your commissioner.”

Kevin stood and saluted. “Yes, Commissioner, sir.” He removed the chain from around his neck which held his detective’s badge. He slid out of his shoulder holster and bent down to remove the holster which held his off-duty revolver. Holding the shoulder holster and badge in his right hand and the ankle holster with his off-duty revolver in his left, he handed the three objects to his adoptive father.

“K…Kev?” Kevin heard a very weak, raspy voice say his name beside him.

Kev’s head whipped to the bed so fast that it made Brennan’s head spin. The human practically launched himself at his lover. Kissing the end of his muzzle for so long, Brennan made to clear his throat. “As much as I enjoy seeing to lovers reunited. Public intimacy in front of one’s father—or adoptive father—is generally frowned upon, Kevin.”

The two separated and just then a nurse stepped into the room. She looked the Naga over, checking the monitoring equipment and the IV bag before asking, “How long has he been awake?”

“Probably a few minutes at most.” Brennan answered her.

She frowned, “Why didn’t you page me immediately?” She glared at Kevin who at least had the decency to blush.

“I was letting the two lovers have their moment.” Brennan said rather bluntly.

The nurse pursed her lips. “Well then. Mr. DeVille, how are you feeling?”

“Uhm, uhm I’m fine. I heard Kevin’s voice. He guided me home, I guess you could say.” Richarde replied, taking a sip of water when his throat felt dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper.

“Oh, Richarde. I love you.”

“And I you, my sweet.”

“Kevin, could I speak to Richarde alone?”

Kevin looked at his father, then to his love, who gave a slight nod. He stood up and left the room.

“What do you want, Brennan?”

“You have my permission. I didn’t really think I’d have this conversation but seeing as you are the one courting my son, I will tell you now that if you ever hurt my son, I will hunt you down and tear your dicks off one at a time. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Commissioner. Clearly.” The Naga relayed. “I would never hurt Kevin. He is the one I hope to grow old with.”

The elder human gave a curt nod and a small smile. “When you are well enough I expect an announcement of your engagement within the month, Richarde. We have a wedding to prepare.”

“Yes, sir, Commissioner, sir!” Richarde snarked, whipping off a jaunty salute, before descending into a fit of laughter.

Brennan just raised an eyebrow, then joined him in laughter. Kevin decided to return at just this moment, wondering what the punchline was, “Dad, what’s going on?”

“Oh, your lover has a quick wit.”

“Oh, psha, Brennan. You walked right into that one, and you know it.” Richarde replied quickly.

Kevin rose his eyebrow, which caused the Naga to descend into yet another bout of mirth.

Finally, the doctor came in, “Well, well. Mr. DeVille I’m surprised to see you in such good spirits after what you went through.”

“Well, really, I’m quite fine, thank you. Whatever it was that they dosed me with, I’m assuming they’ve never dealt with a tauric anthro before and thus, used a little too much of the drug. Luckily it wasn’t enough to kill me.”

“Ketamine. We found enough to nearly kill one of your species. No wonder you were in such a deep state of unconsciousness. You’re lucky to be alive. I’m surprised that they didn’t kill you. Ketamine can be an incredibly dangerous drug.”

“I think they used it on all of us.” Kevin spoke up, “Doctor…?”

“Billings. Nathaniel Billings. I think you all are very lucky. The stallion obviously knew what he was doing, otherwise, I think I might have more of you here on gurneys not in chairs.”

“Thank god for that.” Brennan said, after calming down and resuming his professional, civil demeanor, “Commissioner Brennan Biel.” Brennan stated and stuck out his hand for the good doctor to shake.

And shake he did. “Well met, Commissioner. I guess that would make this Detective Kevin Biel, your son?”

“Yes.” Kevin mirrored his father. “Will Richarde be able to leave soon?”

The doctor nodded his head, “Yes, we’ll keep him over night for observation and release him in the morning.” The doctor smiled.

Kevin almost squealed his excitement. “Y’hear that, love?”

Richarde chuckled, “Yes my sweet morsel. Of course.”

The doctor blushed at the open displays of affection between the two men. “Detective Biel? A moment if you would?”

***

The two men walked out in the hall. Leaving Brennan with Richarde. “What is it Doctor? Something more serious?”

“While we ran the tox screen we noticed something else.”

“Oh?”

“Does Richarde or Ricky use any ADD medication that you know of?”

“Richarde had a prescription for Adderall in high school. I think Ricky might be taking…F…foca…”

“Focalin?”

“Yes? That sounds right. Why?”

“You need to count the number of pills in Ricky’s most recent pill bottle.”

“Doc. What. Aren’t. You. Telling. Me?”

“We found traces of Dexmethyphenidate in his system. That’s the scientific name of Focalin. This is concerning.”

“Richarde would never do that! He’s a lawyer. He knows the sentencing in this state for drug abuse is severe.”

“I’m sorry, Detective, I’m only relaying what the tox screen showed me. I honestly doubt that they would have given him a stimulant with the Ketamine. It wouldn’t make sense with what they were trying to achieve.”

Kevin’s head fell. “Alright. I’ll ask him. He’d have to know that these kinds of questions would come up after this.”

“I really am sorry to tell you this.”

“No, don’t be sorry, thank you, Doc. This is something I needed to know.”