Keswick tapped gingerly at his computer. Dudley had insisted on leaving the curtains of a window right beside him open, the window cracked open a bit, too. A tap at the window prompted him to look over. On the other side was dark brown werewolf, in goggles unnaturally shiny. They stuck a huge claw under the cracked part of the window, creaking as it opened. They hopped in, smiling maliciously at Keswick, frozen in fear.
"Miss me?" growled a much too familiar voice.
Keswick had a choice to make, and lord knows how long Dr Destruction would give him to make it. He could go toward the door, and possibly endanger the rest of TUFF, or he could go for the phone at the other side of the room and have a 99.99% chance of getting killed.
Phone would cause less deaths, he decided, standing and bolting, cursing the dial. Dr Destruction made it over as soon as Chief picked up.
"TUFF HQ."
"D-Dr Destruction's here and they're about to m-murder me, call a f-f-f-f-fucking ambulance-!"
He screamed the last syllable as Dr Destruction pulled him away and held him high in the air, Keswick kicked and punched their arms anyway despite knowing it was in vain and, before he knew it, the world went black.
Keswick woke up again, staring up at white speckled with gray. He almost thought this was heaven before hearing the soft whimper coming from his chest, weight sitting on top of his legs. He looked down. Of course it was Dudley, he could tell even without his glasses. He was staring up at Keswick, eyes watery and whimpering like he was a puppy locked in a cage watching his owner leave. Keswick concluded he must be in a hospital.
He lifted an arm and scratched behind his ears, Dudley licking his arm in response, tail wagging. Keswick took his hand away and dramatically shook it.
"Gross," he said, voice raspy.
"I'm just so happy you're still alive!" he said excitedly, springing up and hugging him.
"Wh-what even… happened?"
Dudley shook his head, eyes still watery.
Keswick placed a hand to his cheek, "Then wh-why are you here? And on my l-legs, too. I th-th-thought you had work."
"I'm a lap dog and I have separation anxiety, Keswick. Chief let me off after seeing how rough I was."
"I thought you had anxiety m-m-medication. Forget it?" Keswick jokingly smiled.
"Yeah," Dudley admitted with a sigh, "I was so anxious worrying about you-!"
He curled back up on his lap, "Can I just cuddle with you until a doctor comes in?"
Keswick just smiled and nodded at him response.
a/n: i know "kudley" is the name for dudley/kitty but tbh, not only does it also work for keswick/dudley, but like, you cant tell me dudley wouldnt be the most cuddly partner no matter who he's dating