Is that a rabbit? No a bunch of rabbits that are not even bothered by the whole climax that took place here.

A few pigeon's, a tiger... A TIGER?

Maaran looks at Vetri and then gestures towards the tiger,

Vetri has the audacity to look confused.

"Inga avlo periya fight nadukkumbodhu indha pura, puli laam enga irundhuchu?"
(where were the birds and tiger when the climax was happening here?)

Vetri huffs a laugh and replies,

"Animal labour is a crime bro.... Annalum they are my pets, ivangala naane handle pannalam nu cage la vachirundhen..."
(any way these animals are my pets, I caged them because I could handle the fight by myself.)

Maaran, once again, shakes his head.

"I am thinking of releasing the pigeons and giving the tiger to a national reserve, anonymously."

Vetri tells him while his eyes keep searching around. Maaran nods then Vetri suddenly looks at him.

"If I can't do it, then you do it" he says as if asking a promise.

Ahaan! Okay, two can play this game...

"I promise..  I'll definitely make you do it!"

Vetri, honest to god, pouts. Then utters, "well then donate the rabbits too to the same reserve. It'll earn you some good will."

Maaran gives him a thumbs up, "I'll definitely make you do that too."

Vetri, again, pouts and tries to stomp off.

Maaran holds him tighter and gives him a 'manda bathram' look.

Vetri points to a a cabinet that looks too antique for Maaran's tastes and says, "First aid box anga thaan irukku.."

Maaran gives him a deadpan look, makes him sit on a stash of trunks and goes to fetch the first aid box.

The first aid box looks very obvious with its appearance and thank the heavens, it isn't covered in dust.

He pulls it out and walks toward Vetri.

He opens the box and....

He'd like to take back the thanks please.

At first glance itself he knows, every single thing in this box is from his clinic. Either vadivu or vetri himself stole it.

He looks up at Vetri and gives a deadpan look and when Vetri smiles sheepishly, he knows that Vetri knows he knows.

The first aid box is pitiful, the anti bacterial balm is nearing the end of it's life span, there is powder stuck in the powder container's cap, the ointment tube is a roll, the bandage is dusty, it probably has more germs than his own hands, there is also no cotton... None at all.

Maaran huffs out in frustration and vetri let's out a guilty smile.

The only usable things are bandaids, gauge pads and antiseptic liquid. With Maaran can make do now.

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