Just Another Night in the Band

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Chapter 63 (v.1) - Chapter 63

Submitted: May 16, 2017

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"We removed a small nodule of scar tissue from the interior of the left ventricle," a tiny voice said. "We were able to use a new, minimally-invasive surgical technique developed by the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country…"

I cracked my eyes open when I felt a small paw squeeze mine, smiling when I saw Carrots sitting in an over-sized chair next to my bed. A pygmy jerboa in a doctor coat was pacing around by her other paw, staring at the smallest tablet I'd ever seen. His eyes narrowed when he realized I was watching him, Carrots just looking relieved.

"My esteemed colleague, Doctor Muskrat, has informed me of your little stunts, Mr. Wilde," he walked up to me and climbed on my chest. "And even if it was relatively minor, you did just have heart surgery, so I don't think I need to remind you to take it easy, for at least the next month."

I bit back an annoyed sigh, pretty sure I'd send him flying off the bed. Carrots chuckled.

"I'm going to be laid up for a while myself, Doctor Monroe," she glanced at me, smirking. "I'll make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble."

Monroe just stared at her before shaking his head, sliding off my chest and heading for a toy-sized ladder hooked to the edge of the bed.

"I am going to hold you to that promise, Officer Hopps," he stopped and turned back to us. "I don't need either of you coming back here, possibly needing major surgery, because you could not control yourselves."

I put on the most innocent look I could manage, and judging by the glare he threw at me, it wasn't too convincing.

"I'd like to keep you here for observation, Mr. Wilde, for at least forty-eight hours-"

"Whoa, hold up," I pushed myself up, eyeing him. I felt better than I had in years, and I was ready to finally put all of this behind me. "I can't lounge around here that long, not with the case still-"

Carrots put a paw on my arm, shaking her head when I looked at her.

"Chief Bogo took me off the case, Nick," she said. "And since you were never official, that means you're off it, too."

She squeezed my arm, then pulled back.

"And even if I didn't have a bum foot for the next two months, you really think I'd let you keep investigating after…this?"

She pointed to my chest, where I could feel a few stitches and a bandage pull at my skin and fur. I wanted to argue with her, that Monroe had said himself it was minor, and that there was still a lot we could do that didn't involve much moving around. But she had that look in her eyes again, the one that said I could on until I was blue in the face, but it'd be like talking to a brick wall. I groaned, letting myself fall back down.

"Fine. I still don't like it," I crossed my arms. "But I'll go along with it."

Monroe smiled.

"Good, I'll be back to check on you in an hour," he went to the ladder, stopping at the top. "And remember, Officer Hopps, nothing too strenuous."

I smirked at the look on Carrots' face, the way her ears went bright red as the doc slid down to the floor. It took him forever to cross the room and slip outside, and the second he did, Carrots climbed over the bed rail, wincing when her bum foot knocked against it. Before I could ask, she threw her arms around me, burying her face in my neck. She started crying, her paw catching some of my fur when she grabbed my shirt.

"Y-You dumb fox!" her voice was muffled, the scent of her tears hitting me like a truck. "D-Don't you ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me!"

She broke down again, her whole body shaking when I moved to hold her, nuzzling the short fur between her ears. I rubbed her back, fighting my own tears until she calmed down, her breath hitching when she pulled away to look at me.

"Nick, why didn't you tell me you had scarring in your heart?" her paw tightened on my shirt. "Why would you keep something that big a secret?!"

My ears flicked down when she shouted, I didn't try to hide the guilt on my face.

"I didn't tell you because I couldn't, Carrots," I shook my head. "I didn't even know it was there until I heard Doc Short Stack talking about it."

She snorted a bit, then wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Hopefully this means an end to at least one kind of pain for you," she brushed her paw down my chest, her small smile fading. "And I hope you'll let me be there to at least help with the rest…"

I stared down at her.

"Why wouldn't I, Fluff?"

She played with her paws, then shook her head, hard enough that her ears flew out behind her.

"I-I'm just still…scared, I guess," she started. "Scared that, one day, you'll find a gorgeous vixen and decide you don't want me anymore, that I'm not even half the bunny you think I am."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed her paw and pulled her to me, hugging her tightly.

"That's never going to happen, Judy, I promise you that," I tilted her chin back, flashing a smile. "And if it does, I expect you to come and knock some sense into me, because I'll clearly have lost it."

She giggled, taking my paw and putting it on her cheek. I wiped a stray tear from her eye, sighing when my thumb brushed over her scars.

"And again, we're in the same boat, because part of me can't seem to stop thinking that you'll get tired of dealing with me, that you'll go find a buck that's not a complete basket case."

She laughed again.

"And I can promise you that's never gonna happen, Slick," she let go of my paw, putting hers back on my chest. "Even if what we have right now fades, and I hope to every god there is that it doesn't, I'll still be there for you, whether or not you're there for me."

I traced a claw over her bottom lip, my eyes locking with hers.

"Of course I will, Carrots," I smiled again. "Always."

She sighed, grabbed my shirt and pulled herself up, stopping with her face less than an inch from mine.

"Then that's all I need, Slick…"

She kissed me, and I was probably just imagining it, but something about it felt…different, right in a way nothing between us quite had before. She gasped when I nipped her tongue, moaning when I hooked a paw under her ass and pulled her in as close as I could, loving every little sound she made when my claws dragged along her side before digging into her hip. She draped her leg over mine, wrapping one arm around my neck while her other paw slid under my shirt. I groaned, grabbing her wrist when I pulled away, panting as I stared down at her. Her nose was twitching, her eyes glazed like she was in some kind of trance. It didn't clear much when she blinked, but she did stop trying to twist her paw out of my grip.

"I don't know if you've noticed, bunny, but we're sitting in a hospital bed right now," I smirked, taking her paw and running it over the bandage on my chest. "And I did just kind of come out of surgery."

That got her out of it. Her ears flashed red as she pulled herself off me, curling up at the edge of the bed.

"S-Sorry, Slick," she muttered. "I-I was just so relieved you woke up, that you're okay…"

She trailed off, her voice getting lower.

"And that you won't leave me."

I smiled, picking her up and holding her close.

"I'll never leave you, not even if you end up hating my guts and cursing me out of your life."

She laughed, then sniffled a bit, snuggling into my shoulder.

"That'll never happen, Nick," she whispered. "I promise."


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