KRANOT (hopefully you dont mind the ping lol)
cw for implied neglect and/or abuse (not by iliya though, the fella would never), hope this is ok but i found it to be an interesting thing to write
It was an incredibly odd request from an old high school 'friend'. Well, Iliya didn't consider her as a friend, especially since they barely keep in touch anymore. But still, why would she ask of this, specifically from him? 'I'm a nurse, not a vet!' is what he'd constantly insist, but she herself insisted that he take on the job because the other veterinarians wouldn't take her pet. Strange, but he really had no choice. He might as well see what he could do for the poor thing. She didn't really describe what was wrong, but she specified that her pet was sick and needed help. Iliya should be able to handle it, hopefully. Well, at least he's getting paid.
As he walked into the room which his friend claimed was where her pet usually stayed, his kit in his left hand and blissfully whistling, he suddenly stops in the doorway as his eyes immediately fell onto the black and white cat curled up in the corner who looked like it was in extremely bad condition. Almost in complete shock, Iliya didn't move for a bit, almost loosening his grip on his kit and dropping it, but once he got himself grounded again, he got a tight grip on it once again and ran over to the poor tomcat.
"Are you alright?!" Iliya exclaims, crouching down to turn the relatively massive feline over to face him as he places his kit on the ground. "You're in really bad shape, are you?" He continues, the pitch of his voice slightly higher now, as most people do when talking to pets. Iliya let out a mewl under his breath as he checked the feline's body, finding all sorts of different abnormalities, cuts, bruises, some sort of underlying illness as a result of those wounds in Terri's physical being. "This couldn't have happened overnight.. why didn't she call me sooner? You poor thing.." He muttered, concerned over how his old friend treated this cat. At this point, he would get up and out of the room to start verbally mauling this 'friend' of his, but Terri was in Iliya's priority.
"I'll get it all fixed, I promise. I'm so sorry this happened to you. You don't deserve it." Iliya looks down, digging into his kit for bandages, alcohol wipes, and gloves. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." He continued to whisper, as if he was at fault for it. Iliya quickly put on his gloves and went to work. He inspected each wound, wiping up around each wound before sealing it with his bandages. Iliya was clearly unnerved by the situation, but his hands stood unshaking as he did his work. With each piece of bandage he wrapped around the cat, his expression grew more and more worried as he discovered one wound after the other. "I can't really do much for the fever.. I don't really have anything for.. animals.. at least something that I know is safe for you." Iliya states, looking off to the side as if he was ashamed that he couldn't do much about it, finishing up the last bandaging work. "What has she done to you.." He sighs, taking off the gloves and placing them in a small plastic bag, which he places back inside the medkit as well as the other things he took out of it.
"I just hope this is alright enough.. this is all I can do for the time being. You just.. stay safe, alright? I wish I could do more, but.. I don't know.." He shakes his head. He seemed to know too well what was going on, and he just wanted to do something to get Terri out of that situation. Iliya outstretches his hand a bit, placing his hand on top of the tomcat's head and petting it gently; it was the least he could do to give some kind of reassurance. He slowly, and reluctantly gets up, taking a few steps back. He could only hope that the tomcat could somehow break away from this cruel bitch who locks him up in this room and get himself a better life.
@ np, ping if you respond please!! also iliya doesn't necessarily get sick a lot, but he does overwork himself a lot because he often works independently in his work field, rarely getting help from others and thus adding onto his workload, basically overworking himself to the point where he does get sick lol, do what you'd like with that. regarding if you should call him iliya or coyote, really just depends on what you'd like to call him. lorewise in the present he is called coyote but his past self is iliya, i don't have a preference on what you pick
v bwaghh this is so sweet i love it.. thank u pony for taking good care of my boy, i'm sure he needed it a lot lol, here is a response :D
Iliya knew that he probably should be changing his ways by now, as this is probably the 5th time that he suddenly got sick by allowing work to pile up on him like this in the past six months. For the last few days, this illness was really kicking him in the ass, leaving him at home in bed for almost the entire day, only getting up when it was necessary for him. He let loose a concerningly harsh series of coughs, bad enough that it basically stung his throat for a long while. It was one of the many things that kept him awake for most of the night, too. "Ugh.." Iliya groaned after the coughing settled down. The silence (other than the strange noises he made throughout the day) that he laid in was broken by a familiar voice paired with footsteps. As he turned his head towards the entrance of his room, he quickly noticed his light-haired friend standing at the door. And he was certainly right about Iliya being incredibly ill. He did vaguely remember texting Pony about him coming over. While Iliya believed that he would be fine, Pony was firm about stopping by, to which Iliya was quickly defeated; he couldn't really stop him from coming over anyways. To Iliya, Pony was definitely an interesting friend; somebody who was almost a mirror image of him in terms of the way they communicate with each other. It was only part of what made him such a good friend to Iliya.
His eyes slowly followed Pony approaching him by the bed and setting down his backpack, trying not to make much noise that would indicate his ill condition, even if it was already obvious. As the tall man fitted with a surgical mask began to take out various items, the usual set of items one would usually use to remedy the common cold, Iliya simply looked back up at the ceiling, closing his eyes and gently nodding as Pony explained each item to him. He mustered the best smile he could when he heard the cough drop part, though it was only just barely visible. His eyes slowly opened again as Pony started addressing the way Iliya went about his work, listening very carefully to his words. A clear look of concern formed on Iliya's face, perhaps out of guilt for allowing himself to get to this point, or maybe he was just a little stubborn on being easy on himself for once.
Either way, his attention was directed towards Pony's offer to Iliya: choosing if he'd like Pony to stay around for a bit or to leave Iliya alone. His smile came back again, this time a little more visible than the last as he gave his best attempt at a small laugh, though it was an incredibly low and hoarse "heheh-" and caused Iliya to cough once again as he turned his head to the opposite side to clear his throat. He took the arm that wasn't being used to cover his mouth and pointed it over at the chair beside his bed, signaling that it was okay for Pony to settle in with him. As he did, Iliya slowly pivoted his head back to face his ceiling again. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Pony removing his surgical mask. Iliya thought of turning his head again to look directly at him, but obviously he refused to do so, afraid that he'd put some pressure on Pony for doing so. Still, he was surprised. He wasn't able to recall any other time that Pony had taken it off, ever. It was strange seeing his face in full, maybe he was just having a weird fever dream or something, but it was quite apparent that he wasn't dreaming at all. Regardless, Iliya couldn't help but feel more comfortable with Pony's company. "You didn't have to.." He quietly mouthed, although most of his voice was lost, so it was just barely audible.
Iliya shifted up in the bed by a little bit, propping himself up to be able to see Pony's laptop screen properly as he set it up on his lap. Upon the question about getting some food, Iliya cleared his throat again before making sure he could speak properly. "I wouldn't mind.. Just a little bit for me, though, okay?"