cat fight - nct, markhyuck

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"patient who came with cat 'haechan'?" a lady asked making mark raise his head instantly.

"hum... yeah?" he stood up nervously.

"follow me please." she said with a smile, getting out of the clinic.

this confused mark a bit, but he brushed the thought off. the clinic was pretty full for a week night. thankfully, haechan had been taken in charge instantly, but mark had seen people waiting way longer than him. some woman had came with her hamster before him, and she was still waiting when haechan had already been healed. well actually, mark hoped he had been healed.

mark furrowed his brows when the girl opened a door at the back of the clinic, not attached to the rest of the building. he entered with her and saw his cat sleeping in a cage, bandages around his tiny body.

"how is he?" mark asked nervously.

"he is okay. nothing too serious." the girl nodded. mark thought she seemed rather young to be a veterinarian. "he only had a deep cut on his stomach which i bandaged. you told me he cut himself with a glass?"

mark rubbed his nape. "yeah... you know, a burette? we use them in chemistry. but a huge one. i wasn't there. but he made it fall and he broke it." mark explained.

"that's why he also has cuts on his paws and head. but don't worry. your cat is fine." the girl reassured mark.

"thank you very much for healing him." mark bowed at the girl. "do i need to pay at the reception or here?" he asked, taking his wallet out and attempting to pull his credit card out, but the girl prevented him to do so.

"oh, no! you don't need to pay."

mark raised a brow. "i don't?"

"you don't. it was an accident."

"but... veterinarians are usually pretty expensive... how come you're asking me not to pay?"

the girl thought for a second. "let's say i'll always be here for haechan."

"you're strange." mark said.

"i don't want money. that's all. i just... want to help animals. i want them to be safe. as long as they're safe, i'm happy. and i don't need your money to be happy. so, you can keep it."

mark didn't seem convinced.

"my name is elizabeth." she said, pulling out from nowhere a black card on which was written 'ELIZABETH' in glittery letters.

mark picked the card and looked at it perplexed, searching for further information, but there were none.

"i really don't want you to pay."

mark put his wallet back in his pocket. "are you sure?"

"yes, i am." the girl nodded. "but, there's something else i want from you."

mark tensed.

"you'll have to take care of haechan. you'll need to change his bandages sometimes, and clean his bruises. oh, and don't forget to check if they cicatrize well." elizabeth listed, making mark sigh in relief.

"of course, i'll take care of him."

"great." she turned around, opening a fridge that mark hadn't even noticed to take out of it a bottle of milk. "the best drink for him to get better is milk. okay?"