Double Trouble
Rated: G
Category: Triple Drabble. Rok.
Time Frame: Post Season One/Open.
Spoilers: Nothing Specific.
Summary: Sometimes, you get two lessons for the price of one.
Note: Written for the Thirty Days of Prodigy prompt of "lesson."
The targ was sleeping, having been heavily drugged.
Which was a kindness, since its broken tusk was being repaired.
Of course, it wouldn't have needed that if it hadn't tried to gore the xenobiologist who'd gotten just a bit too close.
The overly excited Brikar xenobiologist-in-training who was waiting outside the treatment suite, in fact.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Rok asked anxiously.
Her supervisor sighed. "He'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. And you're sure you're okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be okay?"
"Well, those tusks would slice open most species."
"Oh, right," said Rok. If she could've blushed, she would've. She sometimes forgot that other species were so much softer and squishier than she was.
"But you're fine?"
Rok nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, so what did we learn today?"
Rok sighed.
"Not to get too excited around wild animals. To stay far enough away to be safe."
"Exactly. One day you'll meet an animal that could hurt you."
"Yes, ma'am," said Rok, sounding miserable. "Or I could hurt them. Like today."
The supervisor chuckled.
"Don't worry, I think this one learned his lesson. And I think you did too?"
Rok nodded solemnly.
Her supervisor turned toward the observation window that allowed them to view the treatment room.
"I believe you. Now, do you want to watch the procedure?"
Rok clapped her hands.
"Can I?"
The supervisor nodded and Rok nearly skipped (as much as a Brikar could) into the treatment area.
A longsuffering sigh followed her.
Her supervisor labored under no delusions that this would be Rok's last time to get overly excited around an animal. But at least it was an inexpensive lesson this time.
The targ would lose most of a tusk, but it would live.
And Rok was unharmed, but hopefully a little wiser.
Lessons learned.