Dr. D was pretty chill about stuff like playing music in the lab and having dorky posters around, but he drew the line at adorable Hello Kitty print scrubs, so Nepeta had to make do with boring old green. As she bustled around stocking up the various disposables--gloves, drapes, packaged syringes, catheters, venipuncture kits--she hoped again that the adoption open day would go smoothly and that nobody would say anything too dumb in Darkleer’s hearing. She’d only just started the externship shadowing him when she witnessed her first declawing rant, and Rosa had had to take her aside and calm her down afterward and reassure her that he didn’t do that all the time and he wasn’t going to do it to her.
THIS FIC HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED.
- Part 1 of Darkleer: DVM