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Nathan burst through the swinging double doors into the bathroom and threw off his bloodstained surgical gloves. This last surgery was very complicated, and the patient nearly died. The coyote washed his paws, and then put his head into them. Somebody came up behind him, but the surgeon did not acknowledge them.

"Well that one was a doozy," Davis began, grabbing a scalpel from a nearby table and turning it idly in his paw.

Nathan turned around, head still in his paws. Davis chuckled.

"Still not happy to see me?" He asked.

"Why are you bothering me?" Nathan asked back.

"Because you're the only person I can talk to and bother," Davis began, "It really is boring being dead."

"Why do I get to be stuck with you?" Nathan replied, "I didn't kill you. Remember?"

"You were an accomplice," Davis replied.

"That doesn't mean anything," Nathan scoffed.

"Well don't ask me to explain it," Davis began, "It's some cosmic shit that I don't understand."

"This is exactly what I need," Nathan spat, hitting the counter, "Some bullshit hallucination."

"Who said I was a hallucination?" Davis asked.

"Me," Nathan replied, "I'm just going crazy, when I go home, I'll take my meds, and you'll be gone."

"You seem to talk to me a lot for me being a hallucination," Davis began, "By the way, that's not going to work because I am one hundred percent sure that I am not a hallucination."

"It will," Nathan said firmly.

"That was an interesting surgery," Davis said, changing the subject, "How many transvestites do you operate on?"

The fur Nathan had just operated on was a transvestite. Nathan was surprised at the sight of him. The coyote was very certain that he was in fact a she, a belief that was only remedied when the raccoon's clothes came off. The coyote shook his head and answered.

"Not many."

"I wonder if he was from Transylvania," Davis began.

A smile grew on Nathan's face as he understood the reference. Davis chuckled again.

"See, I'm not all bad," Davis said.

"I should watch that movie again sometime," Nathan said to himself.

A young hyena nurse burst into the room. She was panting, and stained with fresh blood.

"We have an emergency," She began, stopping to catch her breath, "Guy got stabbed twenty times, some of them are really deep, you need to hurry."

"I'll be right there," Nathan replied, "You go out there and get him ready."

"Yes doctor," She nodded, before running back out.

Nathan sighed and put on another set of gloves. Davis handed the coyote the scalpel, and he grasped it with a scowl on his face. The coyote began the walk to the operating room, followed by Davis.

"So..." Davis began.

"So what?" Nathan asked.

"Can I help?" Davis asked.

"No," Nathan began, "Because you're not real."

"You sure?" Davis replied.

A vixen nurse walked by with a stack of papers in arm. Davis smirked and flipped an arm up under them, sending the papers flying. She looked around, clearly freaked out, and nervously picked up the papers. Nathan quickened his pace.

"Explain that," Davis began, and then repeated louder, "EXPLAIN THAT NATHAN!" Nathan pushed open the doors to the OR and quickly rushed over to the patient. His team was already working on him. The patient was a lion, his golden fur matted with blood. The younger coyote stepped back and directed.

"Nathan," He began, "You work on those head and neck wounds."

Nathan sighed and moved up to the lion's head. Davis came around to the other side, and looked over the feline quizzically. Nathan put on a surgical mask and got to work, starting with a gash down the side of his face.

"I think you should start with this one," Davis began, gesturing at the lion's neck on his side.

"Is there a reason?" Nathan asked under his breath, hoping that no one would hear.

"Well for one I could probably stick my head through it," Davis replied, "And I can see stuff in there."

Nathan leaned over to look, and sure enough there was a huge wound in the lion's neck. Nathan gasped and moved over there, desperately trying to fix it up. There was some kind of material in there, so Nathan pulled a little out. It turned out to be little chunks of gravel, prompting Nathan to begin removing them.

"Told you," Davis said, to Nathan's deaf ears.

The coyote was hard at work. Davis worked his way in beside him, looking over Nathan's shoulders. The wolf pointed a paw.

"What does that one do?" Davis asked.

Nathan ignored the wolf.

"What does that one do?" Davis asked again, "Is it important?"

Nathan ignored the wolf again.

"I'll find out for myself then," Davis growled.

The wolf grabbed a pair of surgical scissors and inched them to a blood vessel in the wound. He opened the blades, and snipped. All at once, the vitals monitor spiked, and all hell broke loose.

"Jesus Christ he's going into shock!" Nathan exclaimed, throwing away his tools and working to staunch the bleeding.

The vitals monitor spiked one last time before running flat. Nathan's shoulders slumped and he sighed. The same attitude was uniform to the other members of the surgical team. Nathan sighed again and left for the bathroom. Davis followed, laughing.

"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed, "What the hell was that?"

"His jugular," Nathan growled in reply once out of earshot of everyone else.

"Really?" Davis asked, "Cause I always thought it looked more... jugularly."

"How can you joke after killing someone?" Nathan asked.

"Easy," Davis scoffed, "Anyways. How can I kill someone if I'm not real?"

"Well-," Nathan began.

"If I'm a hallucination like you say," Davis began, "Then you killed that guy."

Nathan didn't say anything. He just glared at the wolf in front of him. The coyote forcibly stormed past him and headed for the front counter. Nathan's shift was up, and he needed to go home, as soon as possible. Davis hung back, just letting the coyote blow off some steam.

"I'm headed home," Nathan said to the receptionist.

He didn't wait for a reply and exited to the parking lot. His car was at the farthest edge from the door of the lot. Nathan walked out, followed by the running form of Davis.

"Nathan!" He called, "Hold up."

Nathan ignored the wolf, who then scowled and outstretched a paw. Nathan tripped forward, his chin catching the concrete. He got up angrily and whirled around to face the wolf. He advanced on him, breathing heavily.

"Sorry," Davis began, "I don't really know my own strength yet."

"That hurt!" Nathan exclaimed, gingerly pressing a paw to the wound.

"He was probably going to die anyways," Davis said.

"He would have made it if it wasn't for you," Nathan spat.

"I really shouldn't have done that back at the surgery," Davis said, "It was dickish, and sadistic, and...."

"And vile, and evil, and cruel," Nathan interrupted, "Just fuck off."

The coyote got into his car and started it up. Davis tapped on the window.

"Jesus Christ," Davis began, exasperated, "You're acting just like on Makassar. We just need to talk it over."

"You nearly killed me three times and my boyfriend twice," Nathan replied, "I was completely justified in my actions."

"That could have all been avoided," Davis said, "If we would have talked out our differences like civilized furs."

"This is coming from you," Nathan scoffed.

"It's only normal," Davis began, "Besides, part of what happened was your fault."

"What part?" Nathan asked angrily.

"You know," Davis replied, "That last one."

"You're unbelievable," Nathan sighed, "Fuck off."

Nathan drove out of the parking lot. Davis stayed where he stood, glaring at Nathan's moving form. He chuckled and popped his knuckles.

"Well then doc, looks like I'm gonna get to raise some hell," He growled.

Nathan turned on his car radio. It was on an alternative rock station, which was now playing a Green Day song, Nice Guys Finish Last. Nathan began to hum it, tapping out the beat on his steering wheel. He got up to the speed limit, 60, and relaxed.

A wolf cut out into the road, and Nathan slammed on the breaks. He stopped just barley in time. He breathed out heavily, before heading out of his car. He walked up to the other canine. Upon closer examination, Nathan saw that the wolf had black fur and had a scar down the back of his neck.

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked the wolf.

The wolf turned around with a snarl, eyes glowing red. He picked Nathan up by the collar, hoisting the coyote into the air. He barked angrily before saying.

"Just fuck off."

Nathan gulped and replied.

"Davis, I'm sorry. Can you put me down?"

The black wolf growled and threw Nathan back at his car. The coyote skidded across the hood of the vehicle and fell to the concrete below. He jumped up and hurried got back into his car. The wolf advanced towards him, his form slowly becoming more and more like Davis's. Nathan put the car back into gear and accelerated.

Davis charged. His body hit Nathan's car and glanced off to the road. The wolf got up, snarling like a mad dog, and chased after the car. Nathan whimpered and put the pedal to the metal. Somehow the wolf managed to keep pace, and was able to stay just behind Nathan the whole way home.

Nathan pulled into his driveway with a skid. He slammed the car door shut and hurried into the house. The coyote threw off his shoes and hurried for his pills in the bathroom.

"You're okay now Nathan," He said to himself, pouring out two pills into his paw, "That fucker'll be gone in no time."

He took the pills and headed out into the living room. Davis was sitting on the couch, idly reading a magazine. Nathan stopped, stammering.

"Oh hello Nathan," Davis began, setting down the magazine, "Did you take your pills?"

"Yes," Nathan replied.

"And I'm still here?"

"Yes."

Davis chuckled and stood up. The wolf bent over backwards, his back popping as he went. He returned to an upright position and shivered at the sound that had just come from his back.

"I can't believe you hit me with your car," He began.

"Well you threw me," Nathan replied.

"You were being a dick," Davis said.

"You killed somebody," Nathan retorted.

"That was an accident," Davis scoffed.

"That's bullshit and you know it," Nathan replied angrily, "You did that on purpose you psychotic bastard."

Davis shook his head and walked off, leaving Nathan alone in the living room. Brian came in from the hallway.

"Who are you talking to?" Brian asked.

"Pardon?" Nathan replied.

"Who were you talking to?" Brian asked again, "That was a very interesting conversation."

"You're gonna think I'm crazy," Nathan said.

"Tell me," Brian commanded.

"Davis."

The golden retriever grabbed Nathan and carried him to his office. He laid the coyote down on the therapeutic couch. Brian paced back and forth in front of it, thinking about his next words.

"Why do you have one of these?" Nathan asked, "You don't do therapy."

"It keeps up appearances," Brian began, "And sometimes people need to talk."

"It's really comfy," Nathan replied, leaning into the soft fabric.

"Did you take your medication?" Brian asked.

"Yeah," Nathan began, "And he's still here."

"I don't know what's going on then," Brian sighed, and plopped down beside Nathan.

"Maybe it's actually him," Nathan ventured.

"I doubt that," Brian scoffed, "I think its just stress."

"I have a test," Nathan began, "Davis; do that scene in the kitchen from Paranormal Activity 2 please."

The coyote and golden retriever sat there waiting. Suddenly, all of the cupboards and doors in the room shot open. Nathan jumped while Brian began to laugh. He slapped the fabric of the couch.

"Hot damn!" He exclaimed, "What's he doing here?"

"He said he was keeping an eye on Charlie, making sure that I don't hurt him," Nathan began, "He probably wants to fuck with me too."

"What did he do?" Brian asked.

"Killed a guy in surgery, knocked me off my feet, picked me up and threw me, and chased me home," Nathan replied calmly.

"That definitely sounds like Davis," Brian replied.

"So what do I do?" Nathan asked.

"Just try and keep him happy," Brian began, "Don't give him a reason to bug you."

"But he...," Nathan said, cut off by Brian's response.

"Just deal with it."

"Hmm," Nathan began, "Where's Haley?"

"Out with Charlie," Brian replied, and then glanced up at the clock, "I have a patient in about fifteen minutes, so if you don't mind..."

Nathan got up off of the couch, and with a kiss went into the living room. Davis was already out there, leaning nonchalantly against the wall. Nathan sighed and sat down, flipping the TV to the news.

"So now that I'm real," Davis began, "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing," Nathan replied, "I just wanna relax."

"Fine," Davis sighed, "I'll go see what Charlie's doing." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

After a day of hanging out, Haley and Charlie were at a party, somewhere on the other side of town. There was a band, belting out some Alice in Chains, in the center, surrounded by dancing teenage furs. Haley and Charlie were among them, the two moving along to the beat. The wolf leaned forward, and said.

"Having fun?"

"What?" Haley asked, not stopping her movements.

"Having fun?" Charlie asked louder.

"Yeah," Haley replied.

"Want to have even more?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah," Haley said, "How?"

"Follow me," Charlie began.

Charlie grabbed Haley's arm and led her to a corner of the party. There were a group of assorted canines sitting there on some fold out chairs, passing blunts around and taking swigs out of bottles. Haley pushed back against Charlie.

"I don't know Chuckie," Haley began, "I really don't do anything like this."

"Come on," Charlie scoffed, "Give it a try. Loosen up."

"But," Haley sighed, "What if something happens?"

"Nothing will," Charlie replied, "I'm here, besides, what's the worst that could happen."

"Ok," Haley said.

Charlie sat down on a chair, and helped Haley down to one beside him. One of the canines, a jackal, chuckled and handed Charlie a blunt with a bottle of vodka. He held the two out to Haley.

"Which one do you want first?" Charlie asked.

Haley shrugged her shoulders and took the blunt from Charlie's paw. The wolf chuckled and took a swig of the vodka, then passing it off to his left. Haley looked at the joint, not knowing how to proceed.

"What do I do?" Haley asked.

"Smoke it," Charlie replied.

"How?" She asked.

The circle erupted into laughter, which was quickly squelched by an angry wave of Charlie's paw. He took the blunt, and took a puff, lazily blowing the smoke out of his muzzle. He handed back to Haley.

"Like that."

Haley tried to copy her boyfriend, but was reduced to a fit of coughing. The circle laughed again, while Brian laid a reassuring paw on Haley's back. She sat up, took another hit, and passed it on.

"Nice," Charlie began.

The group proceeded on like that for a while, until both Haley and Charlie were a mix of drunk and stoned. Charlie stood up, Haley following suit, only to stumble down again. The circle laughed, but this time was quieted by an outburst from Charlie.

"Any of you dumb fucks laugh at my girl again, I'll castrate you."

Haley sniggered and leaned onto Charlie's shoulder. The wolf smiled and led the two of them back to the dance floor. The guitarist, who was a ferret, on stage raised his guitar pick up in the air with a smile, and called out to the crowd.

"How we feeling tonight?"

There was a collective cheer from those dancing.

"We got one more song for you tonight, some Hendrix," The guitarist began, "So I want to see some high dancing."

He started the song, and Haley instantaneously began to sway in time with the music. She pressed her hips up to Charlie's, who followed her movements perfectly. As the psychedelic tones of the guitar rose and fell, Haley's movements did as well. It seemed as soon as it started, the song was over, and the band left the stage.

"Is it over?" Haley asked, still swaying.

"Far from," Charlie scoffed.

A bumping techno beat blared through the speakers, and the crowd immediately sprang to life. Charlie and Haley began to dance furiously, and they would continue so until the party was over, much later that night.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Shortly after Davis left in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Nathan got up off of the couch and went to answer it. On the doorstep were a middle-aged mare and her young son.

"A Lionel Hale to see Dr. Brian Reike," She said.

"He's expecting you," Nathan began, "Right this way."

Nathan stood aside allowing the two into the house. The coyote gestured for them to follow him before heading for Brian's office. Nathan knocked on the door.

"Brian, Lionel's here," Nathan said.

The golden retriever opened the door with a smile. Lionel returned the smile and broke free of his mother. The young horse ran into Brian's office and sat up on the therapeutic couch. Brian chuckled.

"Nathan," He began, "Would you entertain Mrs. Hale while we get this taken care of, it won't take long."

"Of course," Nathan replied.

Brian smiled again and shut the door, leaving Nathan and Mrs. Hale standing in the hallway.

"Would you like some coffee Mrs. Hale?" Nathan asked.

"That would be nice," She replied.

"Well go make yourself at home while I get it made," Nathan began, "It'll be done shortly."

Nathan set about making the coffee while Mrs. Hale sat on the couch. When it was done, Nathan poured out two cups and set them on a tray, along with cream and sugar. He brought it out and set it on the coffee table, before sitting down across from the mare.

"There you go," Nathan began.

Mrs. Hale picked up a military magazine.

"Did you know my husband's over in Australia now?" She said.

"Really?" Nathan replied, "I've heard its pretty rough over there."

"That's what I heard," She began, "Did you serve?"

"Yeah, in Makassar," Nathan replied.

"I can remember protesting that war," She mused, "My husband hated me for it."

"It was horrible over there," Nathan began, "I got out though."

"How?" She asked.

"Got shot," Nathan replied, tracing a paw over his chest where the bullet scars were, "Three times."

"You're a lucky man," She said, "My husband got caught in the air strike in Perth."

"Is he okay?" Nathan asked, concerned.

"No," Mrs. Hale said, "He's dead."

"I'm sorry," Nathan said, "I'm sure he was a good man."

"That's actually why I'm here," Mrs. Hale began, "Lionel said he's been seeing him."

Nathan's ears perked up and she continued.

"I haven't told him yet," She said, "But he was out with friends and he found a lighter. So they were playing with it, and he said he saw daddy, all burnt and scary looking. He also said that daddy told him to stop, but it didn't sound like him. Lionel ran home crying."

"That's bizarre," Nathan began.

"That's not all," Mrs. Hale continued, "He was up last night talking to somebody in his room. I went to check it out. He said that daddy was talking to him and that daddy said that he loved his Maid Marian."

"Maid Marian?" Nathan asked.

"That was his old nickname for me," Mrs. Hale said, "I never told him any of these things, how could he know?"

"Don't think I'm crazy," Nathan began, and then took a sip of his coffee, "But I've been seeing a war friend of mine lately."

"Do you know why?" Mrs. Hale asked.

"His nephew is dating my daughter," Nathan replied, "He's watching me to make sure I keep a level head in dealing with him."

"Do you have any ideas about why my son is seeing my husband?" Mrs. Hale asked.

"Well...," Nathan began, "Maybe he's here to look after Lionel, but I'm no expert on this."

"At least I know he might not be schizophrenic or something like that," Mrs. Hale said.

As she said that Brian and Lionel came out into the living room. Lionel jumped up on the couch beside her. Mrs. Hale gave her son a hug and stood up from the couch.

"Thank you two," She began, "Sorry I didn't drink the coffee."

"It's fine," Nathan replied, "Have a good day."

She smiled and left the house. Nathan grabbed her untouched cup of coffee and handed it to Brian. He nodded in appreciation and took a sip.

"You make this way too damn strong," He began.

"Baby," Nathan scoffed, "I like my coffee like I like my males, hot and strong."

Brian chuckled and took another gulp of the drink.

"That sure is interesting what that kid's going through," Nathan began, "Same thing as me."

"Mrs. Hale talked to you?" Brian asked, "I had her in there before and couldn't get her to say a word."

"She just started talking," Nathan replied, "After picking up that military magazine."

"Why do you still read those?" Brian asked, "They have to be bad for your PTSD."

"Michael's in them sometimes," Nathan said, "I like seeing what he's up to."

"So what are you up to now?" Brian asked.

"That depends on what time it is," Nathan began, "I'll probably just chill here till Haley comes home."

"You might be up all night!" Brian exclaimed.

"What can I say, I'm a concerned parent," Nathan replied.

"I'll stay up with you and keep you company," Brian said.

"You need to rest up for our big premiere tomorrow," Nathan began.

"Don't movies usually come out on Fridays?" Brian asked.

"We're going to the critic and actor premiere," Nathan replied, "So we're going to have to be perky and awake to meet them all."

Brian sat for a minute, a smile building on his face. He sprung over to Nathan's side of the couch and gave him a smothering hug.

"Oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you!" He began, rocking Nathan back and forth.

"I figured you would," Nathan replied, chuckling.

"Do we know who we're sitting by?" Brian asked.

"Guess," Nathan stated.

"Give me a hint," Brian replied.

"He's your favorite actor," Nathan began.

Brian squealed with joy and buried his muzzle into Nathan's neck. The coyote laughed and played with the golden retriever's ears. Brian looked up, beaming.

"Have I ever told you how awesome you are?" the golden retriever asked.

"Once or twice," Nathan replied, smirking.

"Tomorrow I get to sit by Vic Erling," Brian said to himself, "I definitely can't sleep now, I'm way too excited."

"You need to," Nathan replied, "I'm serious, I'd be sleeping right now but I'm worried about Haley."

"Okay," Brian sighed, "Don't take too long."

With a quick kiss Brian got off of the couch and went up the stairs to the bedroom. Nathan glanced over at the digital clock, which read 8:30 PM, and settled into the couch. In what seemed like no time to him, five hours passed. Davis walked in, guffawing.

"That was a sick party," He began, sitting down next to Nathan.

"What?" Nathan asked.

"Haley and Charlie went to a party," Davis repeated, "It was awesome, they had live music and everything."

"Live music?" Nathan asked.

"There was some guy's band there," Davis replied, "And they played everything, metal to alternative. They even played Hendrix."

"Is Haley on the way home?" Nathan asked.

"Yeah," Davis replied.

"Ok," Nathan sighed, "I'll just wait for her."

Davis shrugged and reclined back into the couch. The two sat in silence, until a car pulled into the driveway. There was audible giggling and the sound of a car door slamming, followed by a car peeling out. Haley opened the door, still giggling.

"You were out late," Nathan stated.

"Yeah," Haley giggled, "I was out."

"I know that," Nathan replied, "Why didn't you call me?"

"I was busy," Haley scoffed, "That was so cool."

"What?" Nathan asked.

"The guitar," Haley replied, swaying to an inaudible tune, "They did a Hendrix song, and the guitar..."

Haley imitated the rise and fall of the guitar notes, swaying along with the noise. She stumbled and steadied herself, giggling. Nathan sighed and stood up.

"Have you been doing something?" Nathan asked.

"Yeah," Haley scoffed, "I've been out of the house with friends, that's doing something."

"You know what I mean," Nathan stated.

"No," Haley replied, "No I do not."

"Have you been doing drugs?" Nathan asked.

The teenager scoffed and walked up to her father. She was still giggling, and nearly fell forward. Nathan could smell the pot smoke on her, along with a faint hint of alcohol in her breath. The older male wrinkled his nose, much to Haley's amusement. After an intense fit of giggling she replied.

"No way Dad, you know I don't do that."

"Then what's that I smell?" Nathan asked.

"You're imagining things," Haley replied, dismissing Nathan's claim with a wave of her paw, "I'm going to bed, all that fun was tiring."

As she stumbled up the stairs Nathan called after her.

"Don't think we won't talk about this in the morning."

Haley didn't respond to him. The older coyote sighed and headed upstairs. He went through his and Brian's bedroom to their bathroom. Nathan pulled out his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, not caring to turn the lights on. He finished and striped down, throwing his clothes in the hamper on the way to the bed.

"Did she make it home?" Brian asked drowsily.

"Our daughter was at a party," Nathan replied, getting into bed with a groan.

"Really?" Brian asked, "I thought she couldn't stand them."

"She was drinking," Nathan began, "And I could smell pot smoke on her."

"What did you do?" Brian asked.

"Nothing," Nathan said, "She was too out of it to hold a conversation anyways."

"Who's talking to her?" Brian asked.

"We can double team it," Nathan began, "You're better at this whole lecture thing than I am."

Nathan scooted closer to Brian's body. The golden retriever pulled the coyote the rest of the way, quickly getting into their usual sleeping position. Nathan sighed and ran a paw through Brian's luxurious fur. In response, Brian kissed the top of Nathan's head, his lips lingering for longer than needed.

"You really are a good parent," Brian said.

"No," Nathan began, "If I was a good parent, she wouldn't be drunk and stoned right now."

"She'll learn her lesson when she wakes up with a hangover tomorrow," Brian replied, "Some things kids have to learn on their own."

"She won't have a hangover," Nathan scoffed, "She has my genes."

"You give yourself way too much credit," Brian replied, "I've seen you hung over."

"Bullshit," Nathan began, "I've never been hung over in my life."

"Ok," Brian chuckled.

"I need to go to sleep," Nathan said.

"You should have napped when you were out on the couch," Brian replied.

"I can't sleep without you," Nathan began, "You know that."

"Well I'm here now," Brian replied.

"Love you," Nathan said.

"Night love," Brian began.

The two slowly began their journey to sleep. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by Brian's excited whisper.

"I get to meet Vic Erling tomorrow."

Nathan snickered. It quickly died out as he tried to get back to sleep. Brian repeated it again, and Nathan growled in annoyance. Brian stopped with a giggle. Eventually the two drifted off into sleep, a smile still plastered on Brian's face.