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Post by Єᴄʜᴏ [384] on Dec 26, 2016 15:40:53 GMT -5
Artificial light shone down from the flickering bulbs embedded in the ceiling tile. Cardboard paced incessantly in his holding tank, the soles of his paws leaving bloody prints on the bare glass below. Whiskers twitching, the young buck released an exasperated sigh, fawn-colored coat bristling. What was his next condition going to be? How much was it going to hurt? The whitecoats had only just cured his previous ailment, hyperthyroidism, with a new medication they had developed in the lab. Even with his heightened immunity, Cardboard was still vulnerable to other diseases- which would only make his treatment worse. "Alas, I should first see that my paws heal properly." Cardboard grimaced as he glanced at his forepaws, the fur along his limbs matted with blood.
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