Luka paced up and down a quiet corridor of the barracks, eyes scanning the papers on his clipboard. The sound of shoes hitting wood in a steady rhythm was calming to him, but it wasn't nervous pacing, not quite. Perhaps apprehensive was the word. He'd never been given a task quite like this before, and he wasn't entirely sure how to go about it. Not the medical proceedures, that was simple. He'd been able to stabalize Devon and care for his wounds quick enough to save his life. But, the patient was scheduled to wake up within the hour, and Luka wasn't quite sure what to expect.

[i]"He's a difficult creature,"[/i] one of the higher ups had said. [i]"Wouldn't cooperate with anyone that wasn't his rider. And now that she's ... Well, we're afraid it'll be impossible to get him to work with anyone else."[/i] He gave Luka a smile a clapped a strong hand on his shoulder. [i]"But you're a charismatic young man, Luka. If anyone can get him working again, it's you."[/i]

He had talked about Devon as if he was broken and just needed a few repairs, but Luka wasn't a psychologist. What if he messed this up even further? Luka shook his head and halted his pacing. Worrying about it wasn't helping anyone. With as much conviction as he could muster, he rounded the corner and walked a few doors down to the medical room. Fist raised to the wooden door, he took a deep breath before knocking three times, then opening the door. He had expected to see Devon awake, but not with a cat on his lap.

[i]"I'm Luka Petrov,"[/i] he said, eyebrows still slightly furrowed in confusion. [i]"I've been taking care of you for the last few days. How're you feeling?"[/i] He smiled and took another small step into the room, not yet closing the door behind him.