He stood in front of the desk of the receptionist telling the lady about Mink's story. She nodded signaling she was fallowing along as she typed. Mink was staring up at him with another fist full of his shirt.
"All righty then. All that's left to do is a check-up." She led them back to a small white room. Mink started struggling expressing his displeasure. Jesse attempted to calm him down by slowly bouncing him up and down. The receptionist pulled out a small shiny silver bar from a cabinet. The closer she walked towards them, the more Mink got upset. It wouldn't be long before he started crying. She rubbed the end of the short side of the bar on his forehead then down to his cheek before rubbing it on his stomach. For the entire short amount of time, Mink was thrashing as hard as he could still wrapped in Jesse arms.
"Hey what's that about? It doesn't hurt, a little cold maybe, but it doesn't hurt." He asked the struggling kid. Jesse looked up to see the receptionist look at the screen on the long flat side. For a moment he thought a look of confusion, or was it shock flash across her face. But quickly switched back to the fake caring smile. That was when Mink started letting out quiet whimpers, threatening to cry and somehow struggled even harder. The cause-and-effect didn't settle well with him suddenly. The quick expression change the receptionist tried to hide then Mink freaking out sent a message to his head saying this is a bad idea! Get out now! She placed the bar back into the cabinet and walked back over with that fake smile still on her face. She's really trying to hide that expression change, Jesse thought keeping a sharp eye on her.
"As they used to say: he's as healthy as horse!" She gave out a low laugh. He laughed with her to be polite but he hated every second of it. They walked back out to the front area and she sat down in her seat typing more. Mink's whimpering subsided and replaced by single tear. That tear tugged on his heart more than seeing all the cruel things done to completely innocent people in the past. He brushed it away with his thumb, his heart breaking. Something wasn't right here and Mink just might end up the victim of something savage. She looked back up at him,
"Everything is in check and he's ready to go see his new bed." She stood up from her chair and stretch out her arms wanting to take Mink from him. Mink hit his chest with his small fist still clutching his shirt. He tighten his grip on him.
"Maybe I should do it. He seems to trust me and…I wanna say so long first." Jesse asked more than said. The receptionist withdrew her arms and shrugged her shoulders.
"Make my job easy why don't ya?" She laughed, this time Jesse just forced a smile. They walked around to the back and up a few floors then into a large wide room that was just as white as the check-up room. About twenty cribs were evenly spaced out, some empty some not. She led him over to a crib in the second row three back. This was it. This was as far as their relationship would take them. But was he about to entrust Mink to them? Even though he told her Mink's story he felt like she didn't care the slightest. He looked down at the small child in his arms. Mink was looking at him with…plead? He could almost hear him saying please don't leave me! Gritting his teeth and forcing every muscle in his arms, he placed the kid down into the crib. He avoided direct eye contact because he couldn't bear to see the look in his eyes.
"Take care kid." He whispered letting go. Jesse turned around heading directly for the door. Once he knew he was out of Mink's he heard him cry out to him. He sped up his trip to and through the door clenching his fists. Back at the front desk he spun around to face the receptionist taking her seat again.
"I know this is going to sound very strange but I wanna be completely involved in what happens to him! I want to be notified on everything that involves Mink." He said flatly but forcefully. She looked confused but smiled and nodded. With a final sigh he left for home.