~Friendly Obssesion~

The raccoon was silent the entire way, even afterward jut scowling ahead of her with an unapreciated glare at what ever was ahead of her. Her face twitched a few times sitting in th hospital once again refusing to eat any of the food the nurses had brought to her in the last hour, nor would she sleep. She'd let them give her medicene but she chose to refuse to put any thing in her mouth. Being a demi-demon didn't have all of the perks of self healing as a demon who felt no pain, and could rebuild theirform if they so chose to do so. She was born with this body, and couldn't cange it even if she tried.

Her left ear twitched when the door opened and she glared hatefully at who ever entered, breathing throug her nose. She clentched her fist refusing against her better jusgement to escape once again and hit this maan in the face. He was a doctor, and the cursive writting on his coat said Larry. He'd just come in to check on her avoiding any eye contact, as he fiddled with the machines and making sure they were doing what they were built to do. Then he took one glance at her and he could feel the anger and annoyance radiating off of her as if it was an energy source attacking his own. He gulped adjusting his glasses, and proceeded to speak to her, clearing his throat, "Miss it would be wise to eat to get you up to perfect health....." the racoon looked at the tray of food and sneered at the contents. She grabbed the plastic tray and flung it at the doctor ruining his clothing. "I don't want your damn tastless plastic fake food!" She growled before turning around wrapping her tail around her. The doctor grolwed ashe left the room to clean himself off. He'd deal with her later.

Shadow could hear some kind of conflict going on inside the room, but however way she wanted to deal with her health was her problem, not his. If she wanted to be an idiot and not take whatever the doctors suggest, that's not their fault, it's hers. He saw several doctors leave the establishment in a flustered mess, but then return, seemingly calm. They kept on exiting and entering the building, probably to cool off from the treatment the brat of a raccoon was giving them.

Things hadn't become chaotic yet, but Shadow wouldn't leave until the doctors seemed to have calmed down. He would give them glances, assuring them that if she flies off the handle, he would personally see to it that she was dealt with. That may have helped each of the doctors cool off faster, but even if it did, Shadow was really impressed with the resilience these doctors had. Despite all of the crud the brat in there was giving them, they still came back, determined to do their job. If that raccoon was at all a decent person, she'd at least admire that, but Shadow couldn't care less if she did or didn't, and apparently neither did anyone who worked there.

If this chick was trying to gain a fandom from the doctors, it surely wasn't working. These people were doing everything they could to save this brat's life and all she was doing to thank them was throw a temper tantrum. She was already unpredictable before she got injured, so healing her wouldn't help this problem, but they would be able to cope with the fact that the faster they get her healed, the faster she could leave.