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In Which Perry The Platypus Gets Stabbed While On A Mission

Summary:

This is why you hate fighting other evil scientists.

Notes:

Rushing out a drabble sequence before the end of the year yay. Dunno how many chapters there'll be, but Heinz will be in most of the rest of them probably.

Chapter 1: step 1 of surviving a knife fight: don't get in a knife fight. (failed step one)

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The pain doesn't strike until you're driving away, your mission complete. Sharp, not the usual dull aches of battle, and you clutch at your side without thinking. This is why you hate fighting other evil scientists. At least with your nemesis you know what to expect-

Your paw comes away red.

Yanking at the steering wheel with the other paw, you bring your hoverjet around to point at the only place you can think to go. What other option do you have?

You only regret not punching that poor excuse for an evil scientist another few times-

"Perry the Platypus?"

Chapter 2: step 2 of surviving a knife fight: get medical attention from someone who has no interest in seeing you hurt. (failed step two)

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"So let me get this straight," he says as he works, looking everywhere but at you. "Some other evil scientist, that you had to thwart, stabbed you."

That about sums it up.

"And then you decided the best option was to come to me."

You were right, weren't you? The bandages he's tying around your ribs, keeping your blood on the inside where it belongs, are proof enough of that. If you'd gone to your regular vet instead, or worse, straight home...

But you didn't. You came here, to the one person you could trust to help. To your nemesis.

Chapter 3: step 3 of surviving a knife fight: remember that other people care when you get hurt. (failed step three)

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Clipping the end of the bandage in place, he steps back from the kitchen table he'd set you on and drops into the chair beside you with a sigh. "I'm not upset at you, if that's what you're worried about. It's just a lot to take in. I mean, I know you have other missions sometimes, but..." He leans back, staring up at the ceiling. "You got hurt."

And now you're fine, thanks to him.

"You don't get it," he mumbles. "It's- You're my nemesis, I should be the one hurting you, not... Not this. What if you'd died, or..."

Chapter 4: step 4 of surviving a knife fight: let your stab wound heal before doing anything too strenuous. (failed step four)

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But you didn't.

You're still here, still breathing, still alive. Shuffling along the table until he's within easy reach, you grab his face in your paws so he has to look at you. Then you roll your eyes. Here you are, having just put your life in his hands, and he's not taking the opportunity to run his fingers through your fur?

"You're hurt, Perry the Platypus," he protests, like that's ever made a difference to him before. "I know we're enemies, but I don't have a scheme, and you're-"

Pulling him closer, you press your bill to his lips.