Irish-Dark-Faerie

“Couldn’t sleep, huh? Or just that dedicated?” Skylar froze at the familiar voice that sounded behind him. He had not expected to hear anybody else awake at that hour and although he felt that they were quite safe for the moment, the unexpected noise startled him greatly. The Flygon stood stock-still in front of the kennel with his carefully gloved hand still holding the pen that he had been using to tick off the medications listed on the kennel sheet as he administered them. The medicine ward of the veterinary hospital was clinical but comforting in its familiarity and its disconnection from the outside world. The lighting