Patrick's Cottage

Myles followed after the werehorse. It was at a much slower pace than he would have preferred but he had aches and pain everywhere. It was more than enough to make him stop and give up, but he couldn't do that. This werehorse doctor had to look after Kieran. It was his fault the teen was as hurt as he was. If he hadn't tried to fly perhaps the were-boy would still be conscious at the moment.
Slowing down, his eyes narrowed at the sight of the cottage. How was this place supposed to keep any of them safe? It didn't look like it would be able to withstand any attack by humans, let alone any of those that were searching for Kieran! Looking back at the werehorse, Myles hissed softly, seeing the horse fluidly change back into the ginger man. Was this some sort of trick? Getting the pair of them to come here and what? Were there more of those men waiting here for them? Off the man went, going to the door and unlocking before returning back to them.
Myles glanced down at Kieran and up at the doctor that stood near him. He backed away slightly, feeling his lips pull back and show off his teeth as he clutched Kieran to his scaly chest.
"I think you know I am not going to hurt him," the ginger spoke up, remaining where he was, "if you doubted me and believed I was going to do so, I don't think you would have wasted your energy following me all the way here."
Myles snorted, looking down at the man. He knew the doctor had a point, that he wouldn't have followed if he had his doubts but still...He glance back up at the cottage. He was going to have to stay out here and let the doctor take Kieran away. There was no way he would be able to fit inside and there weren't many windows for him to peer into either.
Lurching forwards, Myles moved past the werehorse and went to the cottage. Only then did he allow his shaking limbs to collapse beneath him. Looking up at the doctor, he slowly held Kieran out towards him. Eyeing the man's skinny limbs, he snorted and looked away when he saw the man actually was capable of carrying the teen. He looked up at the pair again, seeing the ginger take Kieran inside.
Lowering his head to the ground, Myles stared at the door.


Patrick didn't think the white dragon would have given Kieran to him at all, being that he seemed like the stubborn sort, but he was glad the weredragon did.
Carrying Kieran inside, he took him straight to a large bed. Laying the weredragon down, he checked Kieran's vitals.
"One of these days, I'd wish to see you in prefect health, Mr. Draeyva. "

Frowning down at the unconscious weredragon a while longer, Patrick looked away and continued to tend to Kieran. He provided the weredragon with IV fluids and hooked him up to the monitors. He cleaned Kieran’s wounds and bandaged them. Only after finishing those tasks did the werehorse step back, looking down at his unconscious patient.
Was there anything else he could do for Kieran?
The boy was too unstable to attempt forcing him back to human form.....As far as the doctor knew there wasn't anything else he could do for him. At least not until Kieran woke up.
That still won’t be enough!
Sighing, Patrick sat down in a chair next to the bed, brow furrowed. He could take care of Kieran’s physical wounds, yes, but just how many more wounds were there that he couldn’t treat?
How had Kieran escaped the dungeon? Where was Adrian? Kieran cared too much for his brother to leave him behind…..Had something happened to Adrian while they were escaping Cinaed?
The werehorse stood, shaking his head slowly, and he begun to pace. There were too many unanswered questions, but he wouldn’t be getting any of those answers until Kieran woke up. He glanced up at the ceiling, hearing another rumble. The other weredragon. Too bad he hadn't really thought of weredragons for this cottage, otherwise he would have made sure there was a way for them to actually fit inside.
The werehorse frowned, glancing down at the unconscious Draeyva before looking back up at the ceiling. Moving to a drawer across the room he rummaged around inside before he stood back. Returning to the bed, he switched on the monitor and tied it onto the railing, moving it close to the heart monitor. Picking up his kit, he stepped out of the room, switching on the monitor he still held. Turning up the volume, he put the monitor close to his ear and listened. Satisfied when he heard the heart monitor, he left the cottage.
Patrick jumped, clutching the kit to his chest. He glanced away from the white dragon to try and catch his breath. “You nearly gave me a heart attack….What do you think you’re doing laying right here?”
The dragon snorted, and the werehorse froze when the dragon leaned towards him and nudged him, trying to move his head past him and into the cottage.
“Ah, no you don’t.”
Patrick took a hold of a horn, and pulled the dragon out, closing the door behind him. “You can’t fit in there, you’ll only get yourself stuck.”
The dragon growled, baring his teeth. The werehorse looked up at him evenly, and taking a breath he stepped towards him.
“Now, I’m done tending to Kieran. He looked fine, but it will take some time for him to heal. I have this,” he held out the monitor for the weredragon to see, “here so I can keep an ear on him while I’m out here looking after your wounds.”
The white dragon was quick to get up and limp away from him, hissing and looking at him with narrowed eyes.
“Oh for heaven’s sake! I’m a doctor. I’m here to make sure you get better. I’ve tended to humans and weres before for many years, might I add.” Patrick set the kit down, crossing his arms over his chest. “I understand that this is all new to you and you probably want answers from Kieran, not me, but you’re just going to have to do with me until he’s better and in a state to talk to you.”
Still the dragon remained where he was, silted eyes narrowed.
The werehorse ran his hand through his hair, frowning back at the dragon. “Listen, if I don’t at least look after your wing there’s a high chance it’ll get infected and won’t heal properly. That means you will not be able to fly. You did want to learn how to fly, didn’t you?”
The dragon glanced down at his wing, quick to look back at Patrick. Slowly the werehorse approached with his kit, making sure not to rush, being that the weredragon still looked uncertain.
“I could give you something for the pain, if you like. I could explain a few things too, if that’s what you want.”
The dragon snorted, growing tense and watched him approach. The new were didn’t want anything for the pain, and even though he remained tense, he let Patrick tend to him. The werehorse took care of the lesser wounds first, hoping to gain a little bit of the white dragon's trust before he moved on to tending to his wing. He wasn't sure what exactly the weredragon wanted to know, so he started with going over the basics of weres.
Taking the monitor with him, Patrick went to search for branches long enough to be a suitable splint for the weredragon's wing. By the time the doctor returned the white dragon was nodding off, and fell asleep just as he was about to finish tending to his wing.

Patrick had left and returned to Myles's side numerous times while the weredragon slept. The doctor took the time to go and check up on Kieran, but still the other weredragon remained unconscious though stable. This might have been the longest period of rest the Draeyva had received while he's been on the run. As long as there wasn't any change to the red dragon's condition, the werehorse wasn't in any rush to awaken him.
The white dragon's narrowed eyes focused in on the stranger, and a growl rumbled in his chest.
"Hey, that's no way to make a first introduction," Patrick frowned, stepping around Myles and going to stand closer to the other werehorse. "She's here because she's hurt. Just like you are. So be nice....please."
The white dragon's nostrils flared, and he lowered his head onto the ground, still watching the other werehorse.

Patrick shrugged, glancing between Electra and Myles. "The usual, I suppose." He frowned slightly, looking the other werehorse over. "I don't think this is a social visit, is it? What happened?" It was rare for Weres to come and speak to him just for the sake of having a conversation with him, but he didn't mind.

"I see," Patrick replied slowly, still frowning as he glanced Electra over once again. "Well, if you'd like to step inside, I'll be able to look after your wounds," he gestured towards the cottage.
The weredragon raised his head up off the ground, staring down at the two werehorses, though his gaze mainly focused on Electra.
"She's just going to go inside while I look after her wounds. She's not going to cause any trouble," Patrick spoke to the white dragon, heading over to the cottage and holding the door open for Electra.

Patrick followed Electra inside, closing the door behind him. Picking up a nearby kit, he set it on the table. "So. What do you need me to take a look at first?" From what he could see none of the wounds were too serious, but he didn't know how many others were hidden from view.

"May I take a look at your ribs then?" Patrick glanced at Electra, taking out a few things from the kit and leaving them on the table. If the ribs hurt the most those would be the ones that need looking after first.