WHITE KNUCKLES — OPEN

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    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px]pls wait for bears/ben omg !!


    Anyone could have seen how sleep deprived the surgeon lieutenant was, even the youngest of individuals, those who possibly didn't yet understand the functioning body. It was a fact that had slowly begun to cause a cloud of worry to form in Scotty's mind. Seeing his medic padding around with exhausted eyes and a slumped posture made him feel guilt. He was meant to be a better friend than he had been. He shouldn't have allowed the exhaustion to stray this far, to the point where Ben had difficulty operating properly. There was another medic in the clan, but he did not appear as often as Benjamin did. The wolf tended to everyone's needs, and Scott wasn't quite certain if he ever got a "thank you" in return for his actions. If he wanted, he could easily avoid his responsibilities as the surgeon lieutenant and ignore the cries for help, the cries for a medic.


    On his own accord, Monty had invaded the supplies of herbs and human products Ben had stashed away. It was obvious and clear he hoped to find some sort of plant or medicine that would possibly put an animal to sleep, though not permanently. Of course, no one had witnessed him slipping into wherever the medic's aid station happened to be — he made sure of that. His actions were his own, and while he wouldn't fully take responsibility, or perhaps not at all, he was determined to help his best friend. It was what anyone would do for someone they considered to be family, or someone even closer than that. Their whole lives revolved around one another, from their first meeting to their arrival in DarkClan to that very moment. Scott was only doing what he thought was necessary. There was a possibility of Benjamin being absolutely furious with him, but at least then he'd be fully awake instead of sleep deprived. He'd rather have him hate him and be alive than love him and dead, even if the situation wasn't that dire. Regardless, the saying did tie into the occasion somewhat. After snatching a handful of a few herbs and seeds he had learned aided with sleep, he dashed away to grab a meal for the two of them. Once he had finished filling one of the pieces of prey with a somewhat generous amount, he tilted his head up to call for his best friend. Unfortunately he didn't know the exact amount of herbs and seeds to shove into the prey, so it was possible that it might have had a bit too much than considered an average amount.


    "Benny! I got some food for ya!"


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Benjamin, yes — was exhausted, but the wolf avoided it. He pushed and shoved it from his own thoughts, despite how it hung on his appearance. Somedays it was worse, and then... somedays Ben was actually able to close his eyes for at least some of the night before. That specific day, the medic was somewhere in the middle. His coat stuck in different directions, but his eyes looked better than they normally did. There was just some sort of relatively-tired look in his softer honey colored gaze as his neck twisted around to look for Scotty. It was obviously his best-friend's voice, but he stood still for a while — having to let his shoulders relax before continuing towards the call for him. For a while the surgeon lieutenant had almost thought that someone was calling his name for help. Whenever someone yelled his own name, Benjamin had begun to instinctively think someone was hurt. Wounded. It caused concern, without a doubt. Strain for himself, too — but Ben kept that to himself. The canine didn't mind it though, hell — it was his job to take care of them. It was more than that. That's what he always told himself. "You're actin' awful nice today." He couldn't help but raise a nonexistent brow in his friend's direction as he approached — medic equipment shifting along his side with every step forwards. Those words had been more of a weak tease.


    The canine couldn't help but try and give the pinscher a nudge with his own shoulder as he finally reached him, yet Ben felt as if the large canine didn't even budge. Their frames differentiated greatly after all — the wolf himself being smaller, skinner, and lanky in general. "Thanks," Ben let his eyes widen with some sort of appreciation. When had been the last time he'd eaten something again? It hadn't been too long ago, but then again... f*ck. If only Ben knew what was within what Scotty had brought him. He'd rock back onto his haunches, eying his friend one last time before chewing up whatever Mont had given him. Truthfully, the thought of Scotty's actual intentions hardly crossed his mind. Ben had pulled his head up when there'd been no more, for once — the skinny wolf had eaten something in full. He'd been about to say something when it hit him like a train. "Oh, jeez." Little did Scotty know, the amount of sleep-inducing herbs he'd stuffed into the prey was way too f*cking much. The effect was practically immediate as the edges of his vision began to flicker black. "Scotty... what — the hell did you..." his words turned into a whisper as he tried to focus on the male in front of him. His vision grew blurry and then focused again. For a while he was leaning backwards, nearly falling. "Sh-Sh*t."


    And with that, the medic slumped forwards — hardly conscious as his head pushed into Scotty's shoulder, Ben whispering and mumbling something inaudible as his vision finally became mostly-black.


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    he was very, very uncomfortable now.


    this was one of those moments were he knew he wasn't supposed to be here, one of those moments that the presence of the black tom didn't fit, like someone trying to shove the square peg into the round hole made out of inflexible wood. inflexible. though physically he could bend and wrap himself around his own body, fitting into tight spaces, his mind was something... else. another matter entirely. he was emotionally stunted, like his soul had drank too much caffeine as a kid and now he just couldn't grow his own reactions and thoughts.


    friendship wasn't compatible with his mind. he had never had one and though he didn't really understand the dynamic he could recognize it when he saw it and the motions made him freeze up. a dark pair of yellow eyes flicked from ben's limp form to scotty, and though he refused to make eye contact, the confusion in his gaze was almost as clear a question as if he'd just out and asked, what the hell happened? he had seen ben out of it before, but this was a whole different ballpark.
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    "That I am the ill intent..."




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    "Who set upon the traveler on a road he should not have been on."[/fancypost]    		 [align=center]Wilson Fisk
    [size=8]I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,
    I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
    A monster, a monster,
    I've turned into a monster
    {Monster by Imagine Dragons}




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    As helpful as Scott was trying to be, this was unorthodox and dangerous. "[color=grey]You idiot! What do you think you're doing? Did you measure whatever you dosed him with?    " he growled as he held a paw out under his nose to check that he was still breathing, at least. Yup.




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