Dr. Rosen nodded softly. "Of course...let's go then, before we both get second thoughts and a layer of dust settles on us." he said softly, shrugging a little and wringing his hands a lot. He was a nervous and upset man most of the time, and his manner seemed to demand more age than his body had. At thirty-seven, he was a nervous wreck and quite a sad man. In this case meaning sorrowful more than pitiable. He knew no one trusted him, because he'd watched his daughter dying, tried so hard to fix it, and accidentally killed her. Everyone knew this was a bit simplistic, but..it's what had happened. They also knew he woke up most mornings crying because his wife wasn't there, and neither was his beloved daughter.
"Anyway, let's go..." he muttered.
Benjamin sighed, letting the doctors trim the fur back to reveal the holes in his skin that now began to bleed as they applied alcohol to the wounds. Part of him wanted to bite, but they hadn't hurt him yet, they were just helping.
He felt alone. He wanted Megan again, a bit like a dog might. But as it was, he worried her when he was hurt, and he might as well let them fix him if it made her happier.
(Also, he had her over for sleepovers sometimes, so she didn't exactly wake up alone then either. lol.)