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Stitching the Flimsy Seams of Sanity

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WORK IN PROGRESS—UPDATES ARE RANDOM!!

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!! TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING !!

The Head Nurse has had enough dealing with people's problems. It was getting annoying and repetitive. She begins to lose it when she has to do the same thing over and over, and over again. If it got any worse, she would snap soon. The Secret Agent pays her a visit after tuning into suspicious rumors about anomalies traveling from far and wide to dine on the finest selection of hospital patients, literally...

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Additional Tags and Warnings:

Animal Hospital Headcanons Included, The Head Nurse's Name is Anise Dahlihaven, The Secret Agent's Name is Ravenor Ambrose, Ship Name Could Be Ravenise or Anivenor or Something, Both Head Nurse and Secret Agent Are Cats, Anomalies Act Animalistic and Feral, Head Nurse is Female (She/Her) and Secret Agent is Male (He/Him), Protective Secret Agent (Animal Hospital - Roblox), Soft Head Nurse (Animal Hospital - Roblox), Mentioned Secretary (Animal Hospital - Roblox), Protectiveness, Mystery, Horror, Survival Horror, Game: Animal Hospital (Roblox), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Romance, Angst and Drama, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Drama and Romance, Action and Romance, Creepy, Eerie, Holding Hands, Touching, Animals, Anthropomorphic Animals, Animal Traits, Animalistic, Talking Animals, Animal Ears, Animal Attack, Tails, Harm to Animals, Serious, Death, Killing, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Animal Death, Fear of Death, Panic, Fear, Head Nurse Pulling Her Own Ears Because She's So Ticked Off at Everything, Animal Hospital Logic Applies

So many tags, oh my god...

Chapter 1: Unfinished

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Head Nurse's POV (Current Day in the Animal Hospital Universe)

[As with all my stories, none of this writing is final and it is subject to change frequently!]

The Head Nurse's hands moved with efficient practice as she delicately sliced a sleeping patient's upper chest open with a scalpel. She used her medium blue latex gloves to attentively peel back their cyan blue fur and reveal the problem inside: an infected lung, yuck. She muttered an irritated comment behind her light blue nurse mask and slowly poked the patient's wrist, allowing the IV drops to flow. Anise lifted a replacement lung up on the surgery table, then maneuvered it between the patient's ribcage and settled it comfortably between their ribs and other lung. That should do. They'll live.

She thoroughly placed a few antibiotic pills in the patient's mouth and cautiously trickled water from a full glass cup. The patient, though asleep, swallowed the antibiotics pills, thankfully. That made Anise's job three times easier. She swiped a few thick bandages off the nearest counter, stitched up the patient's upper chest, and expertly maneuvered the bandages around the patient's body. She reexamined the snoozing patient, then considered her job complete. Thank god I'm done here... I can't take this shit for another day.

The TV screen attached to the middle of the surgery room's wall buzzed with a brief 'Surgery was successful!' in pixelated white text before fading away, and the television screen went dark.

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