The last light [Nol] Jun 15, 2019 5:03:57 GMT
Post by Dr. Mikemon on Jun 15, 2019 5:03:57 GMT
It seemed that K, or at least Garlond, had a handle on the Knights - and with at least a tenuous plan going forward, the emotional dam the two had built up to discuss this situation finally broke.
The gravity of what they were talking about hit Mikemon all at once. Pulled into K's grip, Mikemon would hug her back, right under her shoulders, burying his eyes right into her neck. "Damn it... damn it, you mean the world to me, too! I... I don't know how I... K!"
He couldn't hold back anymore. The doctor was a strong one, but in the midst of this news, of the terribly short time these two would have together, the cat cried, holding tight onto the one that he loved as if it would somehow keep her here for any little bit longer. His form was tense, his mind distraught, unable to even think of the days to come.
It took him at least a minute to hear it. Between the coughs, she'd hear it - the soft song, the lullaby that she'd whispered to Syre when she would put her to bed, or even just hum to herself on a good day. Slowly, the cat's breathing calmed, more intent on the fox's coughing, her song, her tone. When she finally fell back, exhausted, the doctor finally found his tears come to a standstill, silently squeezing the Renamon's shoulders before letting go.
Silently, he propped her head up, and gave a smile.
"Shh... I... I know, K. Let me just grab you a lozenge or something for that throat, okay? First thing we have to do is, well, get you back up on your feet..."