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Ezekiel struggled as he was restrained. The doctors in the conversion clinic were not the variety that had a pleasant bedside manner but, then again, the Devout States of America didn't look kindly upon deviants and Ezekiel was definitely that because he liked other boys. More specifically, he liked one boy: Asher. His parents found out and that led to a large family blow-up. After that: treatment.

Once the three assistants had the leather straps securing him in place tightened the doctor, an immaculately groomed stark white ermine standing near the teen's head spoke across him to one of the assistants. "Nurse Adah-- the IV, please."

The young cougar felt the rubber tube pull at some of the fur on his arm as the older ibex woman tightened it. Although she gave a warning, it didn't really hold any warmth to it. "You're going to feel a little pinch."

Asher tried to struggle but the restraints (and a large Ox orderly) kept his arm in place. "Stop! I-- I don't want one! Leave me alone!"

The doctor barely paid him any mind, fidgeting with several nobs on an imposing machine. The doctor spoke slowly and calmly, not even facing him. "Young man, this isn't about what you want... this is about your relationship with God and your parents' desire to see you healed. You are sick and it is our job to make you well."

The teen hissed, baring his fangs as the nurse slid the huge needle into his arm. Rather than ignore him, she gave it a slight wiggle before pushing it in further, addressing him as she did so. "If you do not behave then I'll have you muzzled, young man."

Despite the futility of it he struggled anyway. "You can't do this! I'm--"

The doctor turned back around, the heavy silver cross on his neck dangling outside of his white coat as he gazed down at the restrained cougar teen. "I have the license and the endorsement. Your parents signed off on the conversion treatment. I most certain can do this, and no matter how much you protest we will cleanse you of the devil and see to it that you are returned to god's graces. You are still young, Ezekiel... the perversion will not keep hold of your soul. Whether it takes a week, a month, or a year, we will free you from this burden you carry and cure you of this ailment."

Ezekiel pulled at his restraints again, but he was surprised when they gave even less than his prior attempts. He opened his muzzle to object, but he had trouble moving his lips and his tongue. The room began to spin and the nurse's voice sounded so far away as she said "That's right... just relax. That's the medicine doing god's work. You'll be at peace soon and then the healing can begin. Just take a deep breath... and--"

Then blackness.

* * * * * *

Dreamless slumber meant Ezekiel lost all track of time. It was not peaceful, at least, not in any sense he might have considered it, and there was definitely not any peace to his awakening. His sleep-addled, drug-laden mind had trouble making sense of the chaos around him, and that confusion only got worse. It had been light out when the cougar had been-- it took several seconds for him to remember where he was. The realization struck: he had been admitted to a conversion clinic.

Despite the surprise he was hardly snapped out of his bleary confusion and his brain continued trying to catch up to the present. He'd been admitted to the clinic early in the afternoon; golden light had been shining through the window when they put him under and the room in which he had awakened was dark. It was likely after-hours, which would explain why there weren't any staff in the room-- were there staff in the room? Still trying to get a hang of thinking again, Ezekiel slowly rotated his head to the left and then to the right; in addition to seeing nobody else there with him he also succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat up and retched over the side of the bed; nothing came out.

It took several tries before he could manage to sit up and even then he accomplished little more than scooting his butt further up on the hospital bed so he could ease his head against the wall to get a better view of the room. It looked like a hospital room, all except for the lock on the doors which were secured from the outside. An old fashioned record player rested on a counter near his bed; somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that it should have been playing religious music and messages of heterosexual love and condemnation of men loving men and women loving women. Strangely, it was silent.

Even as he was trying to piece together his understanding, the door to the room unlocked. Ezekiel tried to pull himself all the way up in bed, but a sharp pain in his arm halted him; looking down he saw that he was strapped in position and his IV was tugging against the leather. He used the most violent curse he knew. "Damn!"

Still struggling, the cougar found himself exhausted in barely a pawful of seconds and then the door opened. The hyena standing there, backlit by emergency lights in the hall confused him greatly, but the visitor didn't even hesitate. Calling down the hall, the newcomer announced "He's here."

At first, Ezekiel was having trouble trying come to terms with what he saw. The hyena approaching him in the dim light reminded him a lot of Asher's older brother. Ezekiel and Asher had just started their junior year of high school and Jacob, Asher's only sibling was transferring from a community college to a university. The odd thing was that Jacob had a red mane, not black. Blinking against the blurriness of his vision, Ezekiel tried to speak, but the name came out as a croak. "Jacob?"

The hyena reached out and slowly lowered him back to the bed. "Relax, Zeke... lemme get these tubes out of you, THEN you can move."

His visit was joined by two more individuals, a house cat and a wolf. It was the wolf who spoke. "You sure this is the guy?"

Nodding, the 20-something hyena had the IV out and began undoing the leather straps holding Ezekiel in place. He gently pressed a paw to the side of the cougar's muzzle. "Do you think you can walk?"

Ezekiel swallowed several times, accepting the help to sit up and he tried to speak again. "Jacob... what are you... doing here?"

The hyena smirked. "I'm not Jacob, Love."

The cougar's heart almost stopped; Jacob didn't have a black mane, but Asher did. "A-Asher?"

Slowly helping him out of bed, Asher nodded. "Yeah... it's me."

It was impossible to believe; the hyena helping him had to be in his mid-20s... but Ezekiel's boyfriend was not even sixteen! His disbelief amplified a thousand fold when his gaze passed by a mirror on the wall and he caught sight of a gaunt, 20-something cougar being helped across the floor. Ezekiel started to cry. He kept crying as the three attending him found a wheelchair, and he continued crying all they way down the hall and out to the loading dock. He cried as they transitioned him into the back of a non-descript van and cried as the three of them loaded themselves into the vehicle.

The hyena-- Asher, climbed in the back next to him and folded himself around the hysterical cougar, hugging him tightly and crying with him. Ezekiel tensed the moment he breathed in the scent; he knew it because to him it felt as if he'd smelled it a day earlier. It was just like Asher's body odor and he started crying anew.

Through it all, Asher held him tightly, sobbing right along with the cougar. The hyena, between tears managed to relay the story; he'd never given up and he'd never stopped. It took all he had (and more) to track Ezekiel down. The rescue planning took months, but the time came and he wasn't going to wait any longer. Eventually Ezekiel managed to find his voice. "A-almost... ten years?"

Asher slowly drew back, arms still on Ezekiel's shoulders as he looked right at him. "Eight years, eight months, and eleven days, Love."

The numbers went in one ear and out the other. "H-how? You kept track?"

The hyena nodded. "Of course I did, Zeke... today had to be the day we got you out."

The cougar blinked blankly. "Why today?"

Asher smiled, bitter-sweet as fresh tears fell down either side of his face. "June fifth. Happy birthday, Love."