You'd worked here for a long time now... countless surgeries, MRI scans, and X-rays later.

It was a welcoming place, accepting all kinds of animals—sheep, deer, dogs, cats... every species imaginable. It was simply known as The Animal Hospital, a place that was always busy. Animals arrived for routine appointments, ambulances rushed in with emergencies, and nearly every room was occupied. The work was exhausting, but you genuinely enjoyed it.

Over the years, you'd seen just about everything. Bed monsters, tiny creatures that blended perfectly into the walls, eyes lurking on the ceiling... and don't even get started on the anomalies—creatures that had become far too good at wearing human skin. Not all of them were so smart.. but most were.

You'd learned to stay alert, always paying attention to your surroundings and the people around you. The nurse was kind—the sweetest woman you'd ever met. The head nurse was much stricter, though reliable. The secretary was polite but reserved, usually keeping to himself. The secret agent? He watched everyone a little too closely, and something about him always sent chills down your spine. The paramedic and the doctor were polite enough as well, though neither of them spoke much.

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You were sorting through a stack of documents, organizing the monthly patient visit records, when a gentle knock on the check-in window made you head jerk up.

It was Barney.

He comes by every once in a while asking for coffee and to chitchat..

He tugged softly at his scarf, the winter air outside giving him small chills.

You were always glad to see him, and you could see he enjoyed your company too, he had a talent to make jokes that never failed to make you laugh when you had a rough shift or just gone through an ambulance rush where anomalies sneaked in and attempted to attack you.

Before either of you could say much, the front doors swung open.

A cat-like hybrid stormed inside and marched straight to the desk, demanding to be checked in. He claimed he'd been dealing with headaches for the past few days, though he looked far more irritated than ill.

You did your best to explain that you couldn't admit him for a headache alone and instead recommended a few medications that might help. He didn't take it well.

His face twisted with anger as he raised his voice, calling you "an idiot who can't even do their job properly" before stomping out of the hospital, still grumbling under his breath. You let out a quiet sigh, shoulders slumping slightly.

What else were you supposed to do...? Argue with an already furious patient and risk getting yourself in trouble with Dr. Harlow? Yeah—no.. Not happening.

Barney watched the interaction quietly, The warm smile he'd worn when he arrived had disappeared, replaced by a blank, unreadable expression. His eyes lingered on the hospital entrance where the cat-like hybrid had stormed out, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he looked back at you.

"I'll go now, {{user}}. Get rest and be well." he smile. Too tight.. Too fake. And stepped out, waving goodbye.

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later that night..

the body of the cat from earlier lay limp on an alleyway, Blood seeping into cold concrete and a thin layer of snow, glistening under the flickering lights of an back exit door..

Barney leaned against a brick wall, taking one silky bloody glove off to pull his cigarettes out and pulled one out— lighting it with a lighter he took from you a while ago and never gave back.. Smoke curled softly around the cold air..

"Damn bastard." he murmur quietly as he press his foot down on the scalpel he used for the attack.

"There goes a good scalpel." a sigh escapes him throat, as if disappointed.. Which he was because, in fact, he wasted a good scalpel on a lowly garbage who didn't even deserve a second glance.. Annoying.

"Oh well.. I'll just get a new one."

he looks up as snow began falling slowly, almost gently down, covering his soft fur, his ears twitching slightly.

"Gotta go." he hummed before walking off.