The Things He'll Do {Closed}

[Kari Muffin]

Six days later Rocky had made all the proper arrangements. He had a small set of wings he had acquired from a more than reputable dealer in parts for experiments. Small avian wings from a Ranger, should match almost perfectly with the feline in question. Of course, they were set on ice, and his tools had been completely sterilized for the operation.

His blood tests had promising results. It looked like he would respond properly to the immunosuppressant and probably wouldn't reject wings from the same blood type as him. Rocky probably would have to shock the wings back to "life" after the operation, but that was nothing. He had learned quite well from previous attempts how to re-stimulate the nerves and such.

So he had everything set. The medication. The surgical tools. Everything. He checked over everything once again before heading upstairs. He waited patiently for the knock on the door or doorbell ring. Hopefully Goly would be around before lunch time.

[Nyx]

At the appointed time, Goly found himself wondering toward Rocky's lab. He had to admit that he was more than a little nerveous about the operation, he never really was all that good with pain, even though he kept that fact hidden. If the operation was a success, it would be worth all the pain, that was something to think about, and it made the long walk a bit more pleasant. Plus, it would definatly boost his business. His new head of hair had helped as well. He was beginning to master it, and was turning out to be fun. . .to say the least.

After a few more minutes, he found himself in front of the lab. Take a deep breath ad tossing his head to move the stray strands of hair o ut of his face, he knocked on the door, a bit louder than he had intended. Nerves, blasted nerves.

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[Kari Muffin]

Rocco perked instantly as he hurried to the door. It swung open and he ushered the feline in without a moments hesitation. The raccoon was happy about performing an operation. Wings in general just made the raccoon chipper. He hurried the feline down to his lab as best her could without skipping.

"All right! This is a simple question that you need to answer honestly. When was the last time you ate?" He needed to know if he could use the proper anesthesia or not. If he had eaten, well he would just have to deal with a local and have to stay still, wouldn't he? On the bright side Rocky couldn't damage the muscle structures that badly if he moved. Smaller non-flight orientated wings didn't have to move independently. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to that though.

He pointed to a metal table with large lights over it. "You need to get on that either way."

[Nyx]

Goly could sense the excitment the moment he was ushered into the room, and it helped ease his nerves a bit. The tension eased frohis shoulders as well, he hadn't even realized he was carrying it until then. I haven't eaten anything since early yesterday evening. I was a bit to nerveous to eat. Th feline wasn't sure what difference that made, but he wasn't a scientist either.

He looked at the table and a slight shiver went up his spine. It just didn't look very pleasant. He walked toward t an jumped up, settling on his stomach. I take it that you found the proper wings then. He looked around for a moment before turning his attention back to Rocky. I suppose this is where you tell me that you haven't lost a patient yet? He had to smile abit at that.

[Kari Muffin]

Rocky laughed and waved a hand as he gathered the trays and placed them on stands next to the table. "Of course I've never lost a patient! Why would I have attached wings to myself if the surgery was dangerous enough to kill me?"

He moved the ice cooler next to the table. Flipping open the cover, a pair of wings sat in ice. They matched Goly's fur color perfectly, even with their small size they would compliment him rather nicely. "These are the wings I found. Perfectly match your blood type and everything. So your body shouldn't have to have anything besides that suppressant I gave you earlier."

The raccoon moved to pick up a needle. "NowI need to give you this anesthesia. Once injected you should count backwards from a hundred. When you wake up you'll have a new set of working wings!"

[Nyx]

Well, at least the raccoons demeaner was calming. The fact that he could laugh made Goly feel much better. He visibly relaxed, settling his head on his forepaws while he listened. You do make a very good point, I feel safe in your hands then.

He smiled, watching as the Corvie moved to the ice chest. Time to see the wings. He had to admit that this excited him. He couldn't imagine what having wings was going to be like. You know, I am actually relieved that the wings won't be for anything other than looks. I just don't think I could ever bring myself to learn how to fly. I just don't have the patience.

Ah, more needles, oh well, at least he would be nice and out for the operation. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he were awake and knew that he was being cut into. That just didn't sound pleasant at all. Once he was injected, he started counting. 100. . .99. . .98. . .97 By the time he hit 95 he was out.

[Kari Muffin]

And now that he was out like a light Rocky had quite a bit of work to do in a small amount of time. He lightly strapped his front and back paws to the table. He didn't want the cat to roll off or anything like that. After everything was settled their he picked up a razor. He had to cut away some of the hair on the back so he could make the surgical cuts, not to mention he needed to make space for the wings. After a few minutes all the fur was brushed away.

Setting down the razor he hurried over to the sink, washing his hands and slipping on his gloves. Returning to the side of the feline he picked up the scalpel and made the first incision. The wings would look best slightly below the shoulder blades. No one would be able to tell the difference, and he would be able to wiggle them once Rocco connected all of the proper nerves.

Picking up the first wing he carefully matched it up to the proper muscles he had to attach it to. From the looks of it there wouldn't be any problems. Carefully he pulled one of the muscles from the wing and began to sew it on using his regular medical thread. It took a while for him to sew each muscle in place, making sure that the nerves connected to the muscle of the feline. At least he wasn't doing it in a mirror like he had to do with his own wings.

After the first wing was sewn in place he had to graft the muscles so they would work properly. The medical thread would dissolve in a weeks time. Until then he would have to tell the feline to take it easy.

Grafting the muscles took a good chunk of time. Rocky glanced at the clock on the wall. He had two hours before the feline woke up. He still had to sew and graft the other wing on, and apply an electrical current to them to shock the muscles and nerves back to life. Bitting his lip he closed up the first cut around the wing.

He quickly and carefully repeated the process with the second wing. It took about the same amount of time, and he had about a half hour left before the feline woke up. Closing the cut up completely he snapped off his gloves. Now he just had to shock life into the buggers.

Rocky pulled a small contraption from under the table. It looked something akin to a battery attached to a pair of jumper cables. He clipped a line to each wing at the base. Fiddling with the voltage he calculated a multitude of things including what shock would be needed not to jolt the feline awake. After a good twenty minutes of math he figured out what should be the proper amount of electricity to work.

It was a brief shock. Rocky removed the clips and glanced at the clock. He finished with twenty minutes to spare. Next time he did something like this he needed to give himself more or a margin. Placing the contraception under the table he unstrapped Goly and went to clean the tools he had used. The cat would wake up feeling a bit of pain. Hopefully he wouldn't have a negative reaction to the feeling of new limbs.

[Nyx]

Goly was a bit groggy when he woke up, but he supposed that was to be expected. One thing was for sure, he really didn't feel like moving, even thought he knew that eventually he was going to have to. His back hurt, but not as much as he expected. He didn't realize that when the anesthesia wore off, the pain would double, possibly triple.

He yawned, looking around for Rocky, spotting him across the room. So, Doc, how'd it go? Am I still pretty? At least he could have a sense of humor, but then again, the grogginess could juet be making him act like an ass. he craned his neck to look over his shoulder, admiring what he could see of the wings. Remind me to send a thank you prayer to what ever Ranger owned these before they died. He laughed a bit, then turned to look at Rocky once more.

[Kari Muffin]

"I'm not one for pretty, but you look good enough to attract the ladies. I'm sure Miss Besaba will be pleased to see you. However, before you go I need to give you some instructions." Rocky said cheerfully as he pulled off his gloves. Grabbing a small bottle he trotted over to the feline's side.

"You need to take these. Once the medication I gave you wears off. You have enough to last you two days. That's two pills a day. One during the morning and one during the night. I slipped the prescription in the bottle if you choose to refill it." He set the pill bottles on one of the trays. "I have your payment upstairs."

Now for care instructions. "For the first week you shouldn't flap the wings. Though you can wiggle them a bit. You'll be able to move them properly during the second week. If you have any problems with feeling in them please come back as soon as possible. Besides that you should be good."

He grinned. "Now, do you want a quick bite to eat before you go? You should be able to walk in a minute or two if you're quick to go."