Mog reached out to pat Dilan's nose, accepting the apology, then flitted over to sit on Braig's shoulder and hug his head. "Kuuuu." Yeah, she understood being the wrong bloodtype...species...thing.
"Contrast! We need a contrast soonest!" And the file was very, very thick honestly. He would go over it with a fine toothed comb once he had the leisure but, well, MRI wasn't an option so they needed to make other scans clearer! "Then surgery!"
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:11 am (UTC)"Contrast! We need a contrast soonest!" And the file was very, very thick honestly. He would go over it with a fine toothed comb once he had the leisure but, well, MRI wasn't an option so they needed to make other scans clearer! "Then surgery!"