08-01-2014, 07:11 AM
The next couple days blurred by at glacial speed. Fantastic fun. Right up there with the time he had a root canal, but with less potent pain killers. The company had been backed up with reinforcements, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out supplies were finite. As soon as he could stand it, he slapped on a self-assured smile and told the bonesaws he was fine and dandy so long as he had Shredder. He knew they didn't believe him, but silent acknowledgement was exchanged anyway and the pain killers were saved for guys really in need of them.
After a couple days in Jay's care, Shredder was doing great. The little gal's belly was full and warm. Her fur took on a shiny cast. And the crusts around her eyes were shrinking. She consumed almost all of his time between reading up on the bullshit awfulness going on in the world. The guys talked, but some of the others were in too bad of shape to do anything like play cards or whatever. So Shredder occupied the majority of his time. Including obsessively checking her for fleas. None of the bonesaws thought to ask him about it, but Jay recognized the problem it'd be if fleas hopped around their little injury ward snacking on his brothers.
Such was how the vinegar baths started. There weren't many options for flea meds for kittens anyway, but vets weren't exactly easy to come by in his situation, but Jay had a few tricks up his sleeve. He was raised on a farm. And his mom was really into natural remedies.
Apple cider vinegar would have been better. It has a milder taste should Shredder lick at it. But he settled for white vinegar mixed with diluted shampoo. They took his shirt away, sadly for Shredder since it'd been soaked with his scent, but it was for the best. Jay assumed the guys burned it. Is what he would have done.
A couple days later he was up and wandering around on a cane. He had a molded cast around his leg that looked like plastic white honeycomb. The bonesaw told him the wound was closing up well and without infection. Jay kind of wished he could see the back of his leg better, but he didn't quite bend that way. All taken care of, the honeycomb cast hardened around his thigh and knee but was slender enough to fit under his pant leg. That meant no more laying around in his boxers, sadly.
His foot was a little swollen still, but while he could stuff it into a boot, the laces remained loose. Other than the hobbling and cane, to look at him he didn't seem too bent out of shape. Except for the fact that he hadn't shaved. But nobody was really going around inspecting the guys' close shave. Guys in the Legion could keep a beard so long as it was short and well groomed. But Jay was officially off the field for recovery. So stubble it was.
Which was why he was completely blindsided when Vanders strolled in with an assignment.
Jay looked up at the guy. He hadn't seen him since the day he met the CEO. Nobody had given Jay any kind of heads up on work except the Red Cross thing. But he hadn't a clue what it meant to be the Legion's Liaison other than to follow Natalie around. But he hadn't seen her despite the others telling him she'd seen plenty of him. The thought made him smirk.
"Mornin' Vanders."
Jay shook his head. "Heard you might stop by. What can I do for you?"
He grabbed his cane and awkwardly got up.
After a couple days in Jay's care, Shredder was doing great. The little gal's belly was full and warm. Her fur took on a shiny cast. And the crusts around her eyes were shrinking. She consumed almost all of his time between reading up on the bullshit awfulness going on in the world. The guys talked, but some of the others were in too bad of shape to do anything like play cards or whatever. So Shredder occupied the majority of his time. Including obsessively checking her for fleas. None of the bonesaws thought to ask him about it, but Jay recognized the problem it'd be if fleas hopped around their little injury ward snacking on his brothers.
Such was how the vinegar baths started. There weren't many options for flea meds for kittens anyway, but vets weren't exactly easy to come by in his situation, but Jay had a few tricks up his sleeve. He was raised on a farm. And his mom was really into natural remedies.
Apple cider vinegar would have been better. It has a milder taste should Shredder lick at it. But he settled for white vinegar mixed with diluted shampoo. They took his shirt away, sadly for Shredder since it'd been soaked with his scent, but it was for the best. Jay assumed the guys burned it. Is what he would have done.
A couple days later he was up and wandering around on a cane. He had a molded cast around his leg that looked like plastic white honeycomb. The bonesaw told him the wound was closing up well and without infection. Jay kind of wished he could see the back of his leg better, but he didn't quite bend that way. All taken care of, the honeycomb cast hardened around his thigh and knee but was slender enough to fit under his pant leg. That meant no more laying around in his boxers, sadly.
His foot was a little swollen still, but while he could stuff it into a boot, the laces remained loose. Other than the hobbling and cane, to look at him he didn't seem too bent out of shape. Except for the fact that he hadn't shaved. But nobody was really going around inspecting the guys' close shave. Guys in the Legion could keep a beard so long as it was short and well groomed. But Jay was officially off the field for recovery. So stubble it was.
Which was why he was completely blindsided when Vanders strolled in with an assignment.
Jay looked up at the guy. He hadn't seen him since the day he met the CEO. Nobody had given Jay any kind of heads up on work except the Red Cross thing. But he hadn't a clue what it meant to be the Legion's Liaison other than to follow Natalie around. But he hadn't seen her despite the others telling him she'd seen plenty of him. The thought made him smirk.
"Mornin' Vanders."
Jay shook his head. "Heard you might stop by. What can I do for you?"
He grabbed his cane and awkwardly got up.
Only darkness shows you the light.