COPS: Frozen Edition [Will and Ivan]

[Ivan Tigorov]

Tundratown, an eternally white winter wonderland. Ice to skate across, snow for snowball fights, wonderful winter sports, and some of the best fish restaurants around. On a normal day Ivan was alright with the snowy district. He may have been used to the warm humidity of the rainforest, but he enjoyed many snowy activities. Today though it felt like snowy torture for the large tiger officer as he made his way into the hospital after a call, rather than back to the station. The tiger walked with a noticeable lack of energy to his gait as he held his left arm, a somewhat pained expression on his face. This wasn't to mention the seemingly frantic claw scratches on his face and arm, or the fact that he appeared to have been soaked with the chilled tundra water, his fur clumped a bit. His uniform kept the water too, an even darker shade than normal and he felt the clothes sticking closer to his fur. He looked like he'd nearly drowned after being mauled by another predator. From the scowl on his normally happy face and the way he stood and looked such a mess... one might guess that it had been a pretty epic police combat situation. 

Unfortunately for the tiger, it wasn't so. He'd started his patrol like any other, Bogo had assigned him to assist Tundratown officers and he was more than willing to do so. The tiger could appreciate a change in scenery here and there. The call had come in as a theft, and Ivan was immediately jumping into action. He was closest after all, and a well experienced officer. As he got to the scene, the tiger in fact saw the pint sized thief dashing across the slippery road. It may have been Ivan's lack of a partner that lead to his downfall in the chase, as he easily overtook the thief due to the icy conditions that the small animal was not used to. He grabbed the small criminal, but had remained cautious to not injure the mammal under his massive paws of hands. Of course this left an opening... and the tiger found himself roaring in pain at tiny claws and looked to find his suspect climbing up the side of the nearest residence.

The first of the worst parts, the thief chose a roof to try and get away. And Ivan was stubborn. He didn't even know what he had stolen, but theft was theft no matter the value. The tiger climbed up after him to catch him, carefully navigating the roof as not to fall. It was the last thing he wanted to do today. Quick animal with tiger pursuing... it didn't end as cleanly as it should have as here Ivan was after taking a fall and a very unwanted swim. He was only glad that backup had arrived and were able to successfully capture the thief. Adding assault on an officer to his charges felt so nice.

"Can I just see a doctor so I can get my report done? I don't have a long time..." The officer nearly begged the receptionist, who upon seeing him able to walk simply gave him a paper to work on filling out while waiting... which would have been great had he not hurt an arm. Or wasn't entirely wet. He wasn't willing to admit how much hurting he was feeling. Even just what might bruise by morning. He lacked the authority and demanding tone that most officers normally did when they showed up. The tiger just stepped back and dropped himself into sitting in one of the seats. The waiting game had begun, and the officer could swear he was feeling more and more sore by the minute. It felt like forever anyways, but it always did for a mammal who hated going to doctors in the first place.

Eventually someone had to see him though... Whether Bogo showed up to make him explain first was another question. He sure hoped the doctors were faster than the chief at getting to him.

[Will Tagg]

It had been a long day in the clinic. On top of the normal stream of patients with various minor ailments and injuries, Will had spent the past hour dealing with an ermine who came into the hospital at least once a week complaining of whatever rare disease or disorder she'd diagnosed herself with that week. This time, Will's supervising doctor had stuck him with her, and the reindeer had spent about twenty minutes examining her throat and nose before spending forty-five minutes assuring her that the slight congestion was due to allergies, not granulomatosis with polyangiitis.

After what felt like centuries of back-and-forth with the ermine, Will had finally relented and agreed to schedule a blood test for her. As he brought the relevant paperwork to the desk, the nurse on duty just chuckled at him. "What'd she have this time? I bet Doctor Arctos $5 it would be some kind of viral infection this time." Will sighed and shook his head as he handed over the clipboard.

"Sorry to disappoint, it was an autoimmune disease today--GPA."
"GPA? Seriously? Next week, I bet you anything, she's gonna say it's sarcoid."
"No, she already used that one a month ago," Will replied as he grabbed the chart for his next patient. Tiger, complaining of a shoulder injury, and with some minor facial lacerations...nothing too complicated.

Looking up from the chart, Will scanned the waiting area for Officer Tigorov. He was rather perturbed when he spotted a tiger who, along with the issues mentioned in the chart, appeared to have gone for a swim in his uniform. "Officer Tigorov!" Will called urgently, making his way over to the unfortunate tiger. "I'm Doctor Tagg, I'll be seeing you today--but before we do anything, we have to get you into dry clothes," he said quickly, already ushering his patient toward an exam room. He was, surprisingly, a little annoyed--why had no one already offered Tigorov a chance to change? Aside from being simply uncomfortable, being doused in frigid water could be outright dangerous. It was lucky that the inside of the hospital was kept reasonably warm.

On the way to the exam room, Will stopped by a supply closet to grab a towel, a sweatshirt, and sweatpants. With those supplies in hoof, he lead the tiger to an empty exam room and opened the door. "Here we are, officer," he said more amiably. "You can get changed in here. Though if I'm to treat your shoulder, I suppose there's not much point in the shirt, for now. Do you think you'll be able to manage, or will you need help?" Ideally, Will would simply have aided the tiger in getting undressed, as attempts to do so alone made it more likely that the patient would accidentally aggravate his injury; however, some patients were uncomfortable with that. That Will had typically seen much worse never seemed to occur to them--his interests weren't exactly prurient in nature.

But hey, bedside manner involved accommodating your patient's emotional preferences, even if it occasionally slowed things down.

[Ivan Tigorov]

Ivan perched on the chair desperately thinking through the events as he attempted to decide how he could explain the situation without looking horribly incompetent in the process. It was difficult in fact to think of a story that made sense and preserved some dignity. He was a cop, who was a tiger, who ended up falling off a roof in pursuit of a tiny little mammal. He was hurting too much to think of anything brilliant either and so he would have to deal with the truth. Maybe the story would stay between him and the officers directly involved... but knowing the rookie cop who actually ended up making the arrest, the whole department would know by tomorrow. He wouldn't even have a chance to tell his own story.

The tiger's ears shifted upward as he heard his name. The urgency to it made him look up just as quickly. The reindeer doctor seemed to be in a hurry, at least to get to the officer as he hardly had time to sit up and look before the doctor was headed to him. He couldn't hide the slight shivering as the cold water settled in under his fur. "At least you were faster than Bogo could get here." he muttered, more to himself than actually to the doctor. He'd rather get his injury fixed before speaking to the grumpy buffalo. "I.. yeah, thanks. I'd like something dry." he admitted after he had stood up and started to follow Doctor Tagg back toward the room. Luckily for the doctor who was a cooperative individual. And hurting a bit much to argue with a doctor at all. That didn't mean he looked happy or friendly to anyone.

Ivan looked over carefully as they got to the room, somewhat concerned by the idea of changing with feeling as sore as he did now. His desire to have the urgent quick paced doctor help him getting undressed was fairly minimal at this point. He moved into the room, looking back to the reindeer to actually listen to him. "Thank you." He said with a slightly more pleasant tone than before, moving into the room and hesitating for a moment before he would even try. He let go of his hurt arm, although holding it against himself, and used his other paw to try and unbutton the uniform shirt he wore. He needed to keep some of his pride, and needing help with his clothes was so far outside of that. Unfortunately for him being one handed made such a task difficult for a tiger like him to do anything in a good amount of time.

"I wouldn't suggest swimming in the water here. It seems to be cold." Ivan said with a bit of a shiver and awkward laugh as he tried to make light of it. Or maybe a little conversation, though he seemed to be struggling with his shirts still. "Alright doctor, that fancy degree include education on helping a lame tiger change into dry clothes?" He asked with an embarrassed chuckle as he looked over to him quietly. He didn't want to hurt himself more than he already was and well... he'd already lost his dignity for today. Might as well let Dr. Reindeer do his full job. It truly dawned on him that the more he struggled with trying to be proud, the more likely he was to spend more time on desk duty.

"How many cops you treat anyways?" Ivan asked to keep conversation and attempt to relieve awkwardness. And maybe avoid his own story, though the doctor was bound to ask.

[Will Tagg]

"Thank you."

Will nodded politely and then turned to busy himself with prep work. It was a convenient excuse to turn his back on Tigorov, who had clothes to take off. The reindeer, meanwhile, was pulling gloves onto his hooves and glancing over the tiger's charts. It seemed like a fairly typical record for a cop: a litany of mild injuries endemic to that line of work, though never quite to the point it had reached today. Will could only imagine who or what could have inflicted this damage on such an imposing, athletic tiger.

"I wouldn't suggest swimming in the water here. It seems to be cold."

The reindeer chuckled lightly. "I hadn't been planning to, but I'll take that under advisement."

"Alright doctor, that fancy degree include education on helping a lame tiger change into dry clothes?"

Will turned back to his patient and nodded, intentionally appearing as placid as possible to avoid adding to the awkwardness. "It didn't, but I think we can figure it out," he responded dryly before helping to unbutton Ivan's uniform shirt. It was a relief to him that the tiger had so quickly relented; some patients were so prideful, the doctor wasn't quite sure why they'd even agreed to go to the hospital in the first place. Unless they simply enjoyed being difficult, it was as much a waste of their time as it was his.

"How many cops you treat anyways?"

"Hm...probably about as many as any other kind of patient, really," Will replied as he carefully assisted Ivan out of his shirt. "Though I've never gotten one in here sopping wet. Just what happened to you?" No doubt he'd been in a life-or-death struggle with some powerful adversary, like a polar bear. He hadn't lived in Zootopia all that long, but the reindeer had heard rumors of some shadowy criminal named Mister Big who employed polar bears; perhaps Tigorov had tangled with them?

[Ivan Tigorov]

"Good. Cause its really cold I feel like a tiger ice cube." Ivan tried to keep the focus off of the actual events as long as he could. Eventually he might have to reveal a story, not that he would necessarily tell the full truth.

Of course he was asking for someone to help him get undressed. That wasn't a blow to his ego at all. Certainly not worse than getting pushed off a roof by a dang squirrel. Or walking into the emergency room leaving puddles and getting some crazy looks. No, having a reindeer doctor help him with clothes was the least of his problems in the moment. The most being the fact that he was hurting. Just the little attempt he had been making at getting undressed made him cringe and just wasn't worth it. Wasn't worth any potential image saving it might have done and that was if it didn't just make him look like a stubborn jerk about it. Especially when the doctor was not being rude himself.

Ivan was cooperative with an agreeable nod to figuring it out. It wasn't like he wanted to sit around in wet clothes, but most movement made the massive tiger cringe. He moved as little as he could, particularly around his hurt arm, but he did have to move to get his shirt off even with help from the doctor. He did let out a chuckle through clenched teeth though, trying to ease the oddity in the air. 

"I would have guessed that you'd get a lot of cops. We have a thing for danger." Tigorov muttered and shook his head s bit, pulling his arm close again to his fur. He wanted to be warmer, wanted to feel better in general. But then came the dreaded question. What exactly had happened to him? He ended up fighting st the edge of an icy cliff with a polar bear and tumbled over the edge into water? He fought a snow leopard and then had to dive into the water to save someone? He couldn't decide exactly what he needed to say. He didn't want to tell the truth… 

The officer looked over to Will with a frown and sighed. "I just… got in a fight with a suspect on a roof… and he pushed me off. And you know, ice is slippery. It was really uh… kinda bad luck." He admitted and looked to him. He wasn't exactly lying. But it certainly was not the full truth and he didn't seem to want to talk about it. He didn't want to reveal that it had been a squirrel. It had been over jewelry… expensive jewels. But it still had been a silly looking scenario. He helped to cooperate and undress the rest of the way so that he could get something dry on at least his legs. "I've dealt with worse injuries I just... sore all over." He said quietly.

[Will Tagg]

"Good. Cause its really cold I feel like a tiger ice cube."

Will chuckled lightly as he glanced about the exam room for a place to set Ivan's uniform shirt aside to dry. He ended up draping it over the top of a scale, then glanced at the now-shirtless tiger. "I, er...I trust you can manage the pants on your own," he said awkwardly, as though it had just occurred to him that this was a weird situation. Now that Tigorov's shirt was off, however, it was quite obvious that his shoulder was dislocated--unlike the rounded curve of its counterpart on the other side of the tiger's body, it was much more square in profile.

"I would have guessed that you'd get a lot of cops. We have a thing for danger."

"Oh, they do, but everyone can get hurt or sick," Will replied matter-of-factly. "Besides, you're not the only ones with a penchant for injury." Construction workers, athletes, and manual laborers ended up in the emergency room just as frequently as police officers, and there were a lot more of them than there were cops. Unfortunately, no matter the profession, Will knew that a dislocated shoulder was an excruciatingly painful injury--and that the treatment for it was no more pleasant. They'd just have to get it over with, and soon. The longer the shoulder went untreated, the harder it would be to fix.

"I just… got in a fight with a suspect on a roof… and he pushed me off. And you know, ice is slippery. It was really uh… kinda bad luck."

While Ivan had been explaining his injury (and leaving out the more amusing details), Will had been preparing for the somewhat nasty business of treatment. "Exceptionally bad luck. I just hope you caught him in the end," the reindeer replied.

"I've dealt with worse injuries I just... sore all over."

"Well, I'm afraid you're going to be sore for rather a while," Will said apologetically. "You've got an anterior dislocation of your left shoulder. We need to adjust the shoulder so that it goes back into the socket, and the sooner the better. I can give you a local anesthetic for that, it should reduce the pain and help you relax the muscles there." The reindeer sighed and continued. "I won't lie, it'll be painful, even with the anesthetic--but it'll only be a few minutes, and then you'll be on the mend."

[Ivan Tigorov]

Ivan was glad for the help truly. With the shirts anyways as any movement with his arm hurt. It wasn't a small amount of hurting either, it was bad. The officer had experienced many injuries over his years on the force. Simple cuts and bruises to at least one gunshot wound. But this was just bad. At first the air of the room on his previously covered body made him shiver. His fur was wet and the change was enough to remind him of that fact. It would dry faster this way but that didn't mean that until then it wouldn't be cold. Tigorov glanced to him carefully, then down and gave a small nod. Could he handle the pants himself, sure. Especially seeing the awkwardness at which the reindeer doctor stood when asking. He wasn't entirely helpless after all.

The tiger officer managed his own pants, tail flicking though as even that movement just hurt. Even with babying his actually injured arm the bruising and soreness just decided it needed to remind him of it's existence. "I know, but the amount of injury stories I get from fellow officers every day is just insane." He admitted as he finally just tossed the pants with his shirt and tried to put on the nice and dry sweatpants one pawed. "I see a lot of injuries from others too. I know." He nodded slightly and looked over to the doctor intently.

He could hope that he believed his story. Or at least was satisfied with the lesser details. Who needed to know it was a squirrel? Or that he had fallen instead of being pushed off the roof? It didn't change the injuries or how they might be treated after all. "Oh yeah, he totally got caught. Just... some rookie got the credit for it. Cause he's the one who ended up with the guy in cuffs." Officer Tigorov muttered with obvious distaste throughout the words. He was okay with rookies. Trained them a few times. Just not when they were taking credit for his arrests. Especially after he had gotten so hurt in trying to apprehend this particular suspect. "So he gets the arrest and gets to return the thousands of bucks in precious jewels, and I get a free swim in icy water and a messed up shoulder. How does that seem fair?" The tiger scoffed. The whole thing was really bad luck all over the place and he was never going to forget it.

Unfortunately for him it wasn't about to end any time soon. Shoulder injuries were never good. Especially from such a fall. In truth he was likely lucky that it was just his shoulder but the tiger didn't see it that way. Nor did his pride. Instead of arguing Ivan simply gave a nod toward Will. "Whatever you need to so I can get back to work as soon as possible." The tiger cop put on a brave face at that. He knew it would hurt. Probably bring him to tears too. He just had to deal with it or be stuck with a hurt shoulder for the rest of his life. That was not an option. "I just want to be in something warm and going home... but I still have to do reports after this." He scoffed. That was the worst part, he had to get this dealt with and then report on everything. "It hurts like hell now, how much worse can you make it?"

[Will Tagg]

"Oh yeah, he totally got caught. Just... some rookie got the credit for it. Cause he's the one who ended up with the guy in cuffs."

Will winced slightly in sympathy. He may not have been a police officer, but he'd seen his uncle and sister go through this frustration a couple times, so it was hardly unfamiliar to him. Unfortunately, while his usual response had been to make them a comforting cup of tea and just let them vent, that didn't seem quite like it was going to work with Officer Tigorov.

For one thing, there was no tea kettle in the exam room.

"So he gets the arrest and gets to return the thousands of bucks in precious jewels, and I get a free swim in icy water and a messed up shoulder. How does that seem fair?"

As he couldn't resort to his own tactic, Will decided to fall back on the words his uncle and sister had tossed at each other whenever the other was upset over this sort of thing. "Well, it's not," he admitted. "But justice was served, and you're not dead. I'd consider that a reasonably good day." Somehow, it didn't feel right when he said it. From one cop to another, there was a certain gruff honesty that sold the message; coming from a doctor, it felt more dismissive. Will almost began blurting out an explanation that his family were police officers and he wasn't just brushing aside Tigorov's frustrations, but that probably wasn't what his patient wanted.

"Whatever you need to so I can get back to work as soon as possible. I just want to be in something warm and going home... but I still have to do reports after this."

"Ah," Will replied, holding up a hoof. "That I can at least help with. You can take your time on those reports, you'll have a valid medical cause and a doctor's note backing you up." It was a small comfort, but between the stolen glory and the dislocated shoulder, the doctor figured that a brief respite from paperwork was still a bright spot.

"It hurts like hell now, how much worse can you make it?"

Will came back over to Ivan, examining his shoulder and judging what the best course of action would be. "Well, right now, the muscles in your shoulder are being stretched by the dislocation. That's why they're in spasm at the moment, as I'm sure you can feel; it also means that your body's going to be resisting letting you rotate that arm. What we need to do is slowly rotate your arm up and out. That should help the joint slip back into its proper position." Stepping back, Will made eye contact with his patient. "As I'm sure you can imagine, it'll be that rotation that will cause the pain--but once your shoulder is back in position, the pain should reduce significantly. Now, the sooner we set the joint back, the better, but if you don't feel ready for that, I can give you a general pain suppressant and perform the rotation in about fifteen minutes."