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I promise there will be s’mores. We’ll even get some carob and no sugar added marshmallows so that Hanna can have s’mores.

“Yes!” Jayne threw his hands up in the air.

“Yes, Jayne?” The nurse looked over at him, confused. 

“Uh…” He looked around the room and then at the white board. “S,” he said. “I meant S.”

“Oh, alright then.” The nurse added two S’s to the sentence.

Jayne grinned sheepishly at Blaney. Oops.

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Jayne’s eyes lost focus as he paid more attention to the images in his head, looking for all the world as if he were daydreaming. It’s beautiful. It’s a castle, but it isn’t. And it’s… a cabin, but it isn’t. Do I get to visit eventually? 

When it’s safe, you can spend the night. We’ll have a big camp-out over there. Brianna smiled and adjusted her hair, looking as if she were keeping an eye on her ‘pet’. But right now, we’re using it for a job. And mean vampires might visit while we’re there. And we don’t need the mean vampires to drop in while you’re there.

I understand. It’s dangerous. And I can’t fight. Runes don’t count because Hanna has to help me with them. Jayne suppressed a flood of thoughts, nothing but runes written on every surface. Runes he’d never even used on surfaces he knew he couldn’t write on, but he dreamed it. 

I can wait. But there has to be s’mores.

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Hanna waited until the other patients moved away before padding over and returning to his spot next to Jayne, his head resting on Jayne’s knee. He let out a happy growl and wagged his tail as he nuzzled his cub, happy to be with him.

Blaney slowly filled Jayne’s mind with images of the new house. The elegant drawing room filled with beautiful art, the large, rustic looking kitchen, the luxurious woodland scenery. It really was a lovely place.

Jayne’s eyes lost focus as he paid more attention to the images in his head, looking for all the world as if he were daydreaming. It’s beautiful. It’s a castle, but it isn’t. And it’s… a cabin, but it isn’t. Do I get to visit eventually? 

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I always want to see things. New things are exciting, Jayne insisted with a smile as he made hesitant eye contact with the witch. Had she brought something with her? 

No. I didn’t bring something. We bought a house just for the job we’re doing. We can’t bring you there right now. It’s not safe. But I can show you in your head. Would you like to see?

Better double check that he’d be okay with images being pushed into his head before doing so. The witch didn’t want to surprise Jayne in any way that would scare him.

Hanna, in the meanwhile, was so relaxed he almost didn’t realize one of the patients was trying to roll him over. The were didn’t like that. They’d feel his scar and then they might try to stick their hands in there. Slowly, the wolf got up and walked back over to Brianna. He’d head back over to Jayne when the patients calmed down a little.

Jayne watched in mild confusion as Hanna got up and walked away. It made sense once he realized Hanna was being crowded and perhaps handled too roughly. He didn’t like that either. 

It certainly gave the patients the hint, and they slowly headed back to their seats. 

Show me…? He had briefly forgotten his conversation. Oh right, yes. Show me please.

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You’re very smart and very sweet, Jayne. More people need to be as kind and thoughtful as you. Would you like to see something really neat?

If Jayne said ‘yes’, Brianna would show Jayne the new house they bought for the job. Hanna had mentioned that the man would find it really interesting, but it was too risky to bring him until the job was over. Far too risky.

I always want to see things. New things are exciting, Jayne insisted with a smile as he made hesitant eye contact with the witch. Had she brought something with her? 

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Blaney made note of every passing thought in Jayne’s mind, not mentioning the change in speech. At least she knew it was definitely the scars that caused the speech impediments.

I just might. Though, while I’m here, you and your friend are allowed to take Hanna to your room… I think. You might have to check with the nurse, but I know he and I certainly don’t mind. I’m glad you had fun. It was definitely better with you there.

I’d rather share. Service animals don’t come a lot, and it’s… it’s good for the other patients. Thoughts of quiet people who sat in the corners coming over to pet volunteer dogs and people who threw fits having to learn to share and pet the animals nicely. 

I’ll ask in a bit when everyone’s had a chance to come see Hanna. 

Jayne got distracted for a moment as the nurse started up a new game of Hangman. A sentence. It prompted a smile from him. There’s a one letter word. It’s either A or I. That’s how you figure out simple number codes. I learned them from a spy book with games in it.

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I’m good, darling. Been busy. Hanna and I are working on a big job, but we decided to come take a break and see you. Did you enjoy the wedding? It was close enough.

And Hanna turned to goo. People were petting him and it felt fantastic. The pile of werewolf mush let out a loud, happy growl; sounding almost like a hum as his tail wagged faster.

Jayne’s mind buzzed with half-thoughts of people finding him important, and coming just to see him even though they were busy, and how special that must be. While there was no speech impediment with telepathy, speaking directly with Jayne’s mind was a whole different challenge as his thoughts strayed like water trying to run down a window pane in a straight line.

Oh, the wedding. I liked it a lot. I’ve never been to one, but they’re in stories I read. Usually at the end. He thought about the structure of books. Weddings couldn’t be at the beginning because then things went wrong. The middle was chaos. Rising action. The wedding was the prize at the end to celebrate the end of the struggle. 

You might have to carry Hanna out when you leave…

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Jayne’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked over at Blaney. You’re not in my head. You’re over there. How do you do that? Hanna has to be in my head to do this.

He ran his fingers idly through Hanna’s fur. A couple patients snuck over so they could pet “Beowulf,” playing with his ears as gently as they could.

Vampires can do it without being in your head. It’s called ‘telepathy’. It lets me talk to you in your head without being in your head. Brianna gave Jayne a wink and chuckled silently.

Hanna leaned into some of the pets, letting out happy growls as his tail thumped on the floor.

Happy puppies with wagging tails were magnets for attention, and several other patients came over, a couple sitting down nearby so they could pet Beowulf. The first few scooted out of the way to make room, remembering the no crowding rule for service animals. 

That’s cool. How are you, Brenna? Aside from his chance guess at the wedding, it was the closest he’d ever managed to getting Blaney’s name, probably because he recalled Blaney’s praise and excitement when he managed it that time.

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Hanna snickered and covered his muzzle with his paw. It looked odd for a canine, but the were didn’t care. His cub was happy.  The wolf laid himself down, keeping his belly to the floor, so that others could come pet him a bit more easily.

Brianna simply smiled from where she stood, keeping an eye on things. Though… She decided to talk to Jayne a bit more directly. Hey Jayne. Don’t worry, it’s just me. Brianna. Answer in your head and not aloud, okay?

Jayne’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked over at Blaney. You’re not in my head. You’re over there. How do you do that? Hanna has to be in my head to do this.

He ran his fingers idly through Hanna’s fur. A couple patients snuck over so they could pet “Beowulf,” playing with his ears as gently as they could.

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‘Beowulf’s’ response was to lean into it and stick his tongue out of the muzzle to lick Jayne’s face. He’d missed his cub too.

“Beowulf is pretty tolerant of anything. He’ll back away if he doesn’t like what’s being done and come back to me. He’s completely non-aggressive.” Unless you threatened someone he cared about. Then you got turned into ribbons. ” The only reason there’s a muzzle is to keep patients from playing with his mouth because of his sharp teeth. And he and I don’t mind if people randomly go over to pet him.”

“Ah, well then please continue I guess.” The nurse looked around for her marker. It had gone missing. It had likely fallen prey to the nimble fingers of a certain young lady inching her way around the room from sitting spot to sitting spot while the nurse wasn’t looking. The nurse gave up and pulled a new one out of her nursing bag. 

“Who’d like to guess the next letter?”

Jayne raised his hand again. “B,” he called. 

The nurse wrote two B’s onto the board. Jayne leaned in to whisper in Hanna’s ear. “It says Jackrabbit. She mixes up easy words and sentences, so deff’rent people can havfe fun. I like the sentences better.”

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The group started getting up, everyone wanting to say hi to Beowulf. The nurse had to talk them into sitting back down, promising that Beowulf would be brought around the room for everyone to pet, and to make sure not to crowd him or get in his face. 

“Therapy pet rules,” she reminded. 

Jayne scooted to the side, and patted the spot on the mat beside him. “Come sit with me when you’re done,” he told Hanna. 

Blaney unhooked Hanna from his leash, letting the were slowly make his way around the room. The wolf stopped at each patient, letting them pet him (and even tug on his fur a little). He went to Jayne last and sat beside him where his cub had indicated.

“I’m sorry if we’re interrupting,” the witch said to the nurse, “I hope this is alright.”

“Oh no, this is perfect. Sometimes the patients get bored, and start doing their own things like clapping games. Beowulf is a welcome distraction. Don’t be surprised if people randomly come over to pet him while he’s here.”

Jayne leaned against Hanna and wrapped an arm around him. “Missed you.” He rubbed his face in Hanna’s fur. 

“Uh, Jayne dear, maybe you should ask if that’s okay,” the nurse suggested. Sure, the service animal had a muzzle, but he was unfamiliar, so she didn’t know what Beowulf would tolerate.

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The group was sitting on foam mats on the floor, playing Hangman with a nurse assisting. Jayne could be spotted near the back with his hand raised. He looked over when the door opened.

“Wolf Hanna!”

The nurse looked confused and a little nervous. Did Jayne say wolf?

The rest of the room buzzed as people caught sight of the “fluffy dog” that had just come in.

“Well he does look a little wolf-ish. But it’s because he’s a mixed breed. This is Beowulf.” Blaney gave Jayne a wink, hoping he’d catch on. “And Beowulf came to say hello to everyone.”

Hanna wagged his tail and let out a small bark from under his muzzle. He couldn’t really do much in this form, but he did try to wave again, despite the fact it looked rather silly.

The group started getting up, everyone wanting to say hi to Beowulf. The nurse had to talk them into sitting back down, promising that Beowulf would be brought around the room for everyone to pet, and to make sure not to crowd him or get in his face. 

“Therapy pet rules,” she reminded. 

Jayne scooted to the side, and patted the spot on the mat beside him. “Come sit with me when you’re done,” he told Hanna. 

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Blaney pulled out a clipboard with a little map of the center on it. “Therapy is over in this room here. Down the hall on your right, and it’s the last door on the right before you reach the stairwell. I think they’re doing white board games. It’s kid stuff, but it’s good for cooperation and problem solving. They’ll probably keep playing while you visit, so feel free to leave when you’re ready to head home.”

Blaney nodded and gave a quick thanks before heading down to the room with Hanna in tow. She was slightly looking forward to seeing Jayne again (and that mischeivous friend of his).

The were made sure to act the part of ‘therapy animal’ as they walked, not wanting the nurses to notice him. It wasn’t long before they got to the room. Hopefully, Jayne was there.

The group was sitting on foam mats on the floor, playing Hangman with a nurse assisting. Jayne could be spotted near the back with his hand raised. He looked over when the door opened.

“Wolf Hanna!”

The nurse looked confused and a little nervous. Did Jayne say wolf?

The rest of the room buzzed as people caught sight of the “fluffy dog” that had just come in.

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Nurse Blaney stood up to look over her desk at Hanna. She raised an eyebrow and pointed a finger, clearly about to ask something, but stopped herself.

“You’ll need to sign in, and I got a sheet for you to sign off on. Basically, you take responsibility for anything your service animal might do. Just red tape stuff. You’re not registered as a volunteer, but you can just use Hanna’s pass. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“I’m sure he won’t.” Brianna began signing the forms, humming to herself.

Hanna, in the meanwhile, tried to peek over the desk. But his wolf form was too short for that. He still tried to wave, however.

“Now, where are we supposed to go for the therapy session?” Hanna hadn’t been clear on the details. Blaney slid the finished paperwork over and leaned down to pet the wolf. “I’m not really familiar with the premises.”

Blaney pulled out a clipboard with a little map of the center on it. “Therapy is over in this room here. Down the hall on your right, and it’s the last door on the right before you reach the stairwell. I think they’re doing white board games. It’s kid stuff, but it’s good for cooperation and problem solving. They’ll probably keep playing while you visit, so feel free to leave when you’re ready to head home.”

Blaney entered the hospital, a muzzled Hanna in tow. She went straight to her duplicate at the desk and smiled. “Hello. I’m here with Beowulf for therapy.”

Hanna wagged his tail and made a small noise to say ‘hello’ to the nurse. He wondered if she knew who he was? After all, he had given her photos of his wolf form.

Nurse Blaney stood up to look over her desk at Hanna. She raised an eyebrow and pointed a finger, clearly about to ask something, but stopped herself.

“You’ll need to sign in, and I got a sheet for you to sign off on. Basically, you take responsibility for anything your service animal might do. Just red tape stuff. You’re not registered as a volunteer, but you can just use Hanna’s pass. I’m sure he won’t mind.”