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Ghost never expected to return from missions completely unscathed. It was stupid to think he wouldn't end up with a few aches and pains after an operation, but...
Well. This sort of "injury" was a first.
He scowled at his reflection in the mirror, glaring hard enough to kill, and making a damn hilarious image as his new furry appendages seemed to twitch and sway without any actual regard to his will.
"Bloody hell," he said, reaching up to touch the furred tip of one of his triangular shaped ears, "what the fuck was in those containers?"
Medical help seemed to be the best option, but he wasn't too keen on getting turned into a lab rat but the white coats. He had his own resources.
He dialed up an old friend, a field medic he used to run jobs with, and glared even harder as he had to put it on speaker because the damn thing wouldn't reach his mouth if he put it up to where his ears were now.
"you," he said tersely as they picked up, "need help. Medical emergency. Mind if I stop by?"
God, he was practically boiling in rage at the sight of his own tail swishing in the bathroom mirror.
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