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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jul 6, 2018 1:03:53 GMT
Oh, he had something else in mind? Well, Cloak's idea was sound: a blanked draped over the doctor might go better than waking up to such tight bindings, and so long as she had Cloak around, maybe Cassandra wouldn't panic straight away.
In fact, it seemed that he had everything planned out from the start. Seeing Cloak take his position next to the doctor, the Stingmon looked down at that chilled Mikemon. "You sure this is alright?"
"Its... the best I can manage at this time." Mikemon sighed, slowly pushing himself back up to his feet. "Call me if its urgent. Otherwise... I need to recover."
Planting his palm against the side of his head, the feline lumbered away, back on upstairs to his tower. Unfortunately, it seemed like Stingmon was going to be alone for the next few patients.
"... Hm. The alarm's there if you need it, Cloak."
[Exit]
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