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"As long as you didn't eat all the waffles I'm fairly certain Dagger won't care." Cloak drawled out digging into the freezer until her pulled out a golden yellow cardboard box from the back labeled EGO. Fumbling with the step stool to get to the toaster he opened the box sliding two of the frozen waffles in to cook while he hunted down the maple syrup. At the mention of sleep the little swordsman shook his head.
"I....we've all got to make choices sometimes. I don't regret mine even though I know I should. I'm trying to come to terms with that." Cloak murmured, likely the longest sentence the Doc had ever gotten out of the little Kotemon yet. The rookie managing somehow to look both hopeful and wary at the mention of his armor form.
"I know Hime theorized that it might be possible to purge it, but I didn't want...well I was afraid to hope. It's not really...it wasn't very stable even before the D-reaper infection." He explained unsure how to convey the madness and desperation of those moments as the armor forms insanity seemed to bleed into his own eroding his already questionable morals in his moment of need.
Right - 'Leggo That Ego!' even rang in the cat's ear once or twice while he was in the human world. The cat wasn't much for those frozen fake-pastry discs, but whatever worked, right? Hearing the Kotemon's curious response to the Mikemon's question about sleep, the feline gave a sigh. "Well, at the very least you can unwind a bit here." The comment was silent, barely muttered past the cat's fangs.
As for the armor form itself, the cat gave an understanding nod: "They're like spirits - ancient fragments of memory given form." That it was unstable wasn't too much of a problem. More to the point? "But the good thing about that is, until they're given form, neither spirits nor armor eggs are actually 'alive' or 'sentient'. All I have to do is radiate the egg with a heavy amount of 'Vaccine' data and it should all flush out."
That sounded too convenient to be true - and the caveat was quick to follow: "Granted. That only works on inert data." Living things, well, they wouldn't survive that sort of maelstrom!
"It's susceptible to vaccine data?" Cloak asked with a tilt of his head even as the waffles popped out of the toaster the scent of the sweet vaguely sugary morning meal filling the air and acting as a silent alarm for his twin. Sure enough by the time Cloak finished putting the syrup on the meal the door cracked open once more the Zubamon ambling out bleary eyed, but rapidly waking at the prospect of food.
"Mornin..." The little weapon Digimon mumbled with a yawn as Cloak slid the food and fork across to him before starting on his own meal. The Kotemon having picked up at least the basics of cooking from his Tamer even as he paused pouring Mikemon, himself, and his twin a cup of tea. When the Tamer roused he'd add a fourth mug to the mix.
"I suspect Cas will be up shortly she's been up and down most of the night." Dagger mumbled tearing into his food with vigor.
"Hm? Oh, its not that its susceptible to Vaccine data - its that your virus-element armor egg is susceptible to it." The cat quickly clarified, ear flicking as the toaster popped. "It's less a medical answer and more akin to using a sand-blaster to polish. Hence why the use is limited."
But enough about that - the Zubamon was now awake, yawning, and ambling through the room for his practiced morning routine. Mikemon stepped away, not wanting to get in the way of their morning procedure. He accepted the tea with a nod of thanks, taking a small sip of the drink himself. Thankfully, the Gatomon hadn't roused from her most recent bout of sleep - even with the delicious scent of tea and slightly-burnt-toaster-Ego in the air.
"Hm. Unsurprising she didn't sleep well." Shaking his head, he spared that clock a glance, before returning his attention to the tea. Right - with how he entered, with just these two up, he felt quite a bit out of place!
"It sounds like we'll be employing the broadsword rather then the needle in this case." Cassandra drawled out in a soft murmur as she pushed the door open leaning lightly against the frame as she eyed the three Digimon with a soft half-lidded gaze. The Doctor appeared unchanged from last night beyond appearing a little less haggard though her hair seemed even wilder in the morning light hanging unbound at her shoulder blades in waves. Had it been that long last night?
"Hime." Cloak greeted her softly as he passed her a mug of tea as his Tamer took her seat at the counter. Glancing over Mikemon with a gaze softened by concern the woman spoke once more.
"If you want to grab an hour or so nap I can keep an eye on the Gatomon. You look about how I feel." Cas spoke her voice soft and low as she noted no extra futons had been pulled out during the night likely signaling the Digital Doctor had not slept.
"Are you hungry Hime? I was just about to make myself some breakfast." Cloak offered even as Dagger leaned into their Tamer's side in sleep mussed affection. The woman herself answering the Kotemon with a shake of her head.
"No thank you. I don't think my stomach is up to it this morning." She murmured with a slim tired smile.
"Hey, we don't use specialized medicine in our cleaning solutions." Responding to Cassandra's murmur, the cat gave a low smile and a nod, his own fur looking about as rough as Cassandra's hair - at least in places. It seemed that she managed to rest at least somewhat over the past five or so hours...
... Which was more than Mikemon could say about himself. Hearing that offer, his ear gave a visible twitch, a thankful nod soon following. "You are a godsend right now. Just a quick run-down..." The cat mulled it over: "The Gatomon came in, concerned about a sharp pain in her ankle. Looks like she was bit from something on our side - only took hold a few hours later. As she is now, she'll be fine. Gato'll feel like she'd been run over a truck for the rest of the day, but par for the course."
Suffice to say, the cat was thankful that his 'magic hands' were enough to deal with that poison. Regardless, he gave a thankful nod - directed either to another room or the futon, the cat would curl up, resting the side of his head against his paws, as he simply let the fatigue overtake him.
The Gatomon was just about how the Mikemon described: in pain and fatigue, her claws gripped around the blanked at her shoulders, nails tearing a bit into the cloth. A few towels underneath protected the upholstery from the same fate, but she was in that uncomfortable position of 'tired and restless': too sick to get real sleep, but too tired to worry about much else. At this point, it was really like watching over someone with a particularly bad case of the flu!
"Yes yes tomato To-mah-to Mikemon." Cas called out waving off her colleuges words about cleaning solutions as she gave him a small playful grin clearly in a far better mood today then the night before. After listening to his assessment on the Gatomon she'd nod and help him fetch down a futon laying it out with some blankets in a nice sunny spot on the floor. Digimon or no he was still a cat digimon and even humans enjoyed napping in the sun at times.
"Get some rest Mikemon. You'll feel better for it." Cas murmured giving in to the urge to reach out and very lightly pet the cat Digimon's head as she helped him settle in before she quickly rose with a soft cough to cover her brief bout of foolish sentiment and set about making herself busy. Taking the last of the hot water Cas would pour it into an insulated thermos with a bag of chamomile tea. Letting it steep for a couple of minutes before adding honey to sweaten it and screwing the top on. The built in straw and anti-spill lock made the cup perfect for joggers and athletes, but Dr. Cross had begun employing them not long ago with a different purpose in mind. Namely to allow digimon who might fumble mugs and glasses or were too weak or lacked hands to drink.
"Here." Cas murmured approaching the Gatomon gently and helping the Digimon sit up so she could drink. "This should help you sleep. It works on most mammal Digimon I've found. I'm afraid I can't give you anything stronger without knowing what was in your system." Dr. Cross explained keeping her voice to a low whisper so as to not wake Mikemon. Cloak and Dagger themselves thankfully follow her lead eating in relative silence and enjoying their tea.
Oh, he'd definitely feel better. Normally, Mikemon would have batted away a hand that moved to scratch or pet at him, but right now, the doctor was too tired to care, just a small mutter escaping his fangs as he further curled up, in that warm, delightful sunbeam.
This left Cassandra to deal with the other cat - the one who had been fighting between rest and unconsciousness only hours prior, still uncomfortably tossing and turning in her attempted slumber. The white cat heard something in the distance... static? Bubbles? Running water? It was hard for her to tell, but as Dr. Cross walked closer, the feline's ear gave a flick, hearing the doctor speak. Something smelled warm and sweet, and Cas's gentle voice was easy to follow. Slowly sitting up, taking the thermos in hand, the cat gave a nod: tilting the thermos up, she gave a small drink - she was at first surprised by the temperature, but managed a steady pull from the top.
Giving a small breath out, the Gatomon nodded in thanks. She then blinked, looking over at the yellow-haired doctor, then to her partners off in the distance. "You're... the doc' Gazi was talking about, right?" The red eyes were throwing her off a bit, but it seemed right! "Ugh, sorry for being a bother. This... bedridden shit's not for me. But one little 'tick' on my ankle and here I am." She was appreciative, but the tiredness and frustration was evident in her voice. "You're alright, with all of us around like this?"
"Yeah I'm the 'Doc' Gazi mentioned. Sorry I wasn't around earlier I got trapped in the digital world for a little while." Cas explained keeping her voice soft and low as she gently rubbed the little Gatomon's back. Letting the Digimon take her time with the drink and reaching out with her free hand to steady the thermos should it begin to slip. From the counter Cloak and Dagger watched the Gatomon thoughtfully. Obviously protective and worried for their Tamer, but not seeing the other rookie as much of a threat at least in her current state.
"And I don't really mind. I prefer the company of Digimon to most people anyway and I'd worry if I thought any of you were out on the streets sick." The Doctor murmured with a small kind smile. "Do you feel up to eating? I'm sure Mikemon did a wonderful job of helping you, but I find Digimon tend to heal faster on a full stomach." She questioned with a tilt of her head.Once the Gatomon was done with the drink Cas would set it down on the table next to the couch moving to gently help the little cat digimon lay down once more or grabbing a few pillows to help her prop herself up if she felt up to eating.
"Heh, that's fine. Good to finally see you, I guess." Letting that careful hand run over her back, the Gatomon gave another careful drink of that thermos. This wasn't her preference, but both Cassandra and Mikemon had done well enough to keep her comfortable, the feline slowly drawing a breath as she handed that drink back to Cassandra.
This human was a curious one - she preferred the company of Digimon? "Hm... well... thanks, then." She sounded more thankful then that sentence structure let on - and as Cassandra mentioned food, an ear stood up as the cat's stomach gave a pitiful groan. Right, she was quite hungry after nothing but water and tea for the past several hours. Hugging around her stomach, she gave a small nod. "N-nothing hot. Fruit... or whatever you think will settle well." Sitting back up against the couch, the cat's head briefly turned, seeing the Mikemon sleeping over at the other side of the room. "... He's the other doc?" The cat's question was earnest - though after she asked, an embarrassed blush entered her cheeks.
"Sorry. I just don't remember much about yesterday... other than I fell asleep at four in the afternoon, woke up 'five minutes later', and saw it was 7:30. Been like that all yesterday."
"Yes that's Doctor Mikemon and it's fine. Some loss of time is expected when ill." Cas murmured taking the drink once the Gatomon was done with it as she shifted the pillows to help prop the feline Digimon up at her stomachs pitiful growl.
"Hmm I think I've got just the thing for you. It wasn't in the fridge so it might still..." The Doc muttered to herself as she wandered into the kitchen fishing about in her cabinets till she pulled back with a medium sized box in her hands as she grinned in triumph. Opening it she pulled out a packet of saltine crackers returning with it to the Gatomon's side.
"Here. These should do the trick." Cassandra explained opening the packet and offering them to her patient. The crackers were a little plain, but on an empty upset stomach they would be better than nothing and help the chamomile in soothing the Digimon.
"You mentioned you know Gazi? How's he doing? I haven't seen him around in a while." She questioned and while perhaps they'd gotten off to a rocky start at first the Gazimon would hold a special place in Cassandra's heart as her first Digital patient.
"Huh. Well, tell him I said thanks if he's not up when I am." The Gatomon simply gave a nod, thankful to know that the scattered time loss was 'normal' - though, since she hadn't experienced it before, the cat guessed that she had been more than just a little bit ill.
Knowing that, she would listen to the doctors: sitting up, she took a small glance over her shoulder, before simply sitting back, resting up against the pillow. Soon enough, the doctor returned with... dry squares? The Gatomon was slightly confused, but took a cracker in hand, taking a bite. Her eyes opened up in slight surprise - better than she thought! Taking a moment to swallow, she would reach for that thermos, giving a small gulp of tea to chase it down. "T... that works, thanks."
Taking it slow with the crackers, the feline's ear twitched as Cas brought up Gazi. "Hm? Gazi's doing fine - more or less up to the same stuff as he was before. Actually, I'm in the same business." The Gatomon gave a nod: "He gave your place a good nod. Actually, we've been redrawing the map to have this place closer to our transport lines, just in case. Its... sort of why you had a bit of a crowd today."
Realizing that the doctor might not always be here, the cat gave a small, embarrassed sigh. "Sorry if that was a bit presumptuous."
"I figured as much if you knew him." Cas murmured with a smile glad to hear that her first digital patient was doing well and frankly rather flattered that they were adjusting their supply lines to be closer to her. Then again things were always risky when working in Greater Shibuya, but the area was likely the easiest and cheapest place to get goods without too many questions.
"I don't mind you adjusting your routes. I'm typically home barring unexpected portal malfunctions and the Doc and I have been discussing covering each others practices when we can. I'll be sure to give him your regards if you aren't up to doing so." She assured the little Gatomon even as the Doctor herself let out a thoughtful hum. "I also believe I'm going to take on some extra staff to ensure someone is around to watch the place should I be out and about and let me know if patients arrive." The Doc explains having been considering the idea in question for quite some time.
"Sides I'd hate for someone to get antsy, climb the fence, and startle Behemoth if he's napping on the porch just because I ran down to the store for some groceries." Cas adds with a wry smile.
"You spoil that bike too much Hime." Cloak sighed out his voice tinged with amuse resignation knowing all too well he was unlikely to sway his Tamer on that matter.
"Well I always did want a pet and he's such a good boy." The Doctor quipped practically beaming.
Wait - she didn't mind the route adjustment? The Gatomon blinked as Cassandra gave her response: not only was she going to be alternating with the Mikemon, but she was also going to be getting further outside help? The cat was just treating this as sort of an 'emergency' center, but it seemed that Cassandra was willing to try and make this a full-blown Digimon clinic!
Suffice to say, the Gatomon was a bit taken back by that, a light blush crossing her face. "Y... you'd go so far for us?" She tossed her gaze away, shaking her head, lost between her own dizziness and the sudden level of care that Cassandra was admitting. Even that bit about the bike went over her head, Cloak's remark merely held as a bit of buzzing in the background.
"I... I'm honestly flattered, Doctor." The Gatomon let out a smile, taking one more long sip of tea, before sliding back into the futon. "For you to go this far just for our rag-band team? Honestly, it feels like we should be putting you on payroll." That light joke aside? There was really only one thing to say:
"I like Digimon. You tend to be easier to understand then my own kind and I don't mind helping out where I can. Besides helping your group helps me further my own research and information network so don't worry I'm not being entirely selfless here. You should always be suspicious of those who offer aid and seem to want nothing in return." Cas explained as the Gatomon ate. The crackers at least seeming to sit on her stomach well enough she didn't appear to be gagging or growing ill from them.
"Besides part of my funding for the clinic comes from the government. I'm the closest thing to a hospital out here as most volunteer organizations aren't well enough established with the Yakuza to be functional. Humans tend to war with one another for two reasons, resources and vengeance. While those that fall in the line of duty are mourned and avenged none quite drive those around them mad with loss like innocent victims cut down before their time in careless crossfire. I cut down on the death toll and thus cut down on the need for fatal vengeance which keeps the amount of bodies the local cops have to investigate down to a reasonable amount." The Doctor murmured unsure of just how much the Gatomon understood about gangs and politics, but perhaps even she could follow the logic that trouble costs time costs money. Specially needless and easy to prevent trouble.
"So you see the government not only doesn't want me to close down they likewise really don't want to know what I do with my medical supplies or who I treat so long as I'm within the spirit of the law. The way I see it as much as I like Digimon you all are a bunch of trouble in the eyes of the government and it's not as though you can simply go to an ER to get patched up like any human might." She explains motioning to Gatomon herself and the few ruffled feathers left behind by the Hawkmon not to mention the likely other Digimon the feline had seen about.
"Sides the Yakuza tip well and I don't mind passing on the good karma. Having your supply lines near by clinic means your group can likewise alert me to any funny business going on in my area and I can pass stranded Digimon to your group to guide back to one of the portals to the Digital world. In return I act as medic for your group and keep you updated on good areas to get goods and local information that might interfere with your work. Seems like a win/win situation to me." Cas adds with a warm smile though her fangs turn it a touch sharp, but the feeling is there. Despite carefully glossing over her kindness with practicality it was clear the Doctor had a bit of a soft spot for ragtag Digimon.