Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2008 13:18:11 GMT -5
Well, this idea's been buzzing around in my head for quite a while, but I couldn't find the time to write it. Now that I have vacation, I finally planted my lazy but in the chair and wrote! If you want to be in the story (though I can't imagine you would), you can PM me or post here, and I'll see what I can do. I'm afraid I've already added some of you involuntarily, so I hope you don't mind. I could always change it if you want me too ^^.
Cast
~ Birdy
~ Tracy
~ Reve
~ Carrie
~ Rider
~ Kat
~ Goosh
~ Ery
~ Squiesh
~ Celestial
~ Kit
~ Ella
~ Sam
~ Shade
Prologue
The sun was at its zenith, shooting its long stalks of light through an open window as a young nurse rushed through the practically empty hallways of Entwoof Hospital. Normally, she would be on her lunch break, but The Doctor had called all the nurses with an urgent message, saying that they had to report to room 113 immediately.
As the nurse pushed open the appropriate door, adjusting her glasses so they wouldn’t fall off from the rushed pace she was moving in, she immediately noticed that something was terribly wrong. There was a horrible smell in the air, a combination of Rider’s stench, Brain Bleach, and soggy mashed potatoes. “Dr. Tracy, what are you doing?” the nurse asked, holding her nose as she closed the door, hoping to save the other patients from the potent odor.
“Ah, you’ve finally arrived, Birdy,” Dr. Tracy noted, ignoring the nurse’s previous question. “Reve and Carrie were just here, but I sent them out to get a few wet towels. Here, come here, I want you to take a look at this.”
Birdy nodded, pulling on two gloves and cautiously advancing towards the bed at the other side of the room. As she approached, she could tell that whoever was in the bed was covered up by the sheets. “What’s wrong with him?” Birdy asked, inspecting the posture of the seemingly unconscious patient. “Judging from the way he’s sleeping, it doesn’t look like he broke anything.”
“Not he, Birdy, she. And she didn’t break anything. In fact, we don’t really know what’s wrong with her,” Tracy said, leaning over and grabbing the sheets with one hand. “Here, maybe you have an answer for this predicament.” With that, Dr. Tracy lifted the sheets off of the patients and revealed what lay beneath.
“WHAT IN ENTWOOF IS THAT?” Birdy shrieked, unsure as to exactly what the figure lying in the bed really was. “It looks like a…a shrub of some sort.”
“Yes, it does look like she’s gotten considerably worse since we put the covers over her. I’m not surprised you can’t recognize her. It’s Rider.” Dr. Tracy sighed. “We don’t know what’s ailing her, but we do know that she’s got a high fever. And she turned green.”
“Rider?” Birdy asked, quite surprised about this new information. “Today was supposed to be her day off too. Funny how a nurse, on her day off, ends up here anyway. Still…I don’t think this is a very common disease. Even though I’ve only been nursing for a short time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a patient turn green and begin to flake. Still, first thing’s first. We have to treat what we know is wrong.”
“We’re back!” an exasperated voice shouted as the door behind Birdy was thrust open. In walked two more nurses, Reve and Carrie, carrying a load of wet towels. “And we have the towels. How’s Rider doing?” Reve asked.
“She’s gotten progressively worse since you last saw her,” Dr. Tracy informed the two of them, and she took one of the towels and placed it on top of Rider’s forehead. “I told her not to drink that Brain Bleach cocktail, but she didn’t listen. I bet that’s what caused all of this.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it,” Carrie countered, soaking the thermometer with water and rubbing alcohol. “We’ve seen the effects of those on pirates before. They just start vomiting a lot and lose memory of everything after drinking the cocktail. They don’t turn green, nor do they get a virus, which would cause such a high fever. Excuse me, Doctor,” she politely whispered as she stuck the thermometer under Rider’s tongue.
“I wonder what it could be,” Birdy pondered, pacing around the room. Reve silently watched on as the thermometer beeped and Carrie pulled it out of Rider’s mouth.
“Wow, it went up. I’m surprised she’s not dead by now. The thermometer reads 108.6 degrees.” Carrie shook her head in disbelief. “That’s the highest fever I’ve seen in my whole life.”
“We really need to find out what’s going on now. Birdy, go off to The Archives. Maybe Kat knows of this horrible disease through her history books.” Dr. Tracy handed Reve the thermometer, and she quickly set it down in a biohazard container. “Go, now!”
Birdy nodded and rushed out of room 113, the powerful smell of Rider wafting out behind her.
Cast
~ Birdy
~ Tracy
~ Reve
~ Carrie
~ Rider
~ Kat
~ Goosh
~ Ery
~ Squiesh
~ Celestial
~ Kit
~ Ella
~ Sam
~ Shade
Prologue
The sun was at its zenith, shooting its long stalks of light through an open window as a young nurse rushed through the practically empty hallways of Entwoof Hospital. Normally, she would be on her lunch break, but The Doctor had called all the nurses with an urgent message, saying that they had to report to room 113 immediately.
As the nurse pushed open the appropriate door, adjusting her glasses so they wouldn’t fall off from the rushed pace she was moving in, she immediately noticed that something was terribly wrong. There was a horrible smell in the air, a combination of Rider’s stench, Brain Bleach, and soggy mashed potatoes. “Dr. Tracy, what are you doing?” the nurse asked, holding her nose as she closed the door, hoping to save the other patients from the potent odor.
“Ah, you’ve finally arrived, Birdy,” Dr. Tracy noted, ignoring the nurse’s previous question. “Reve and Carrie were just here, but I sent them out to get a few wet towels. Here, come here, I want you to take a look at this.”
Birdy nodded, pulling on two gloves and cautiously advancing towards the bed at the other side of the room. As she approached, she could tell that whoever was in the bed was covered up by the sheets. “What’s wrong with him?” Birdy asked, inspecting the posture of the seemingly unconscious patient. “Judging from the way he’s sleeping, it doesn’t look like he broke anything.”
“Not he, Birdy, she. And she didn’t break anything. In fact, we don’t really know what’s wrong with her,” Tracy said, leaning over and grabbing the sheets with one hand. “Here, maybe you have an answer for this predicament.” With that, Dr. Tracy lifted the sheets off of the patients and revealed what lay beneath.
“WHAT IN ENTWOOF IS THAT?” Birdy shrieked, unsure as to exactly what the figure lying in the bed really was. “It looks like a…a shrub of some sort.”
“Yes, it does look like she’s gotten considerably worse since we put the covers over her. I’m not surprised you can’t recognize her. It’s Rider.” Dr. Tracy sighed. “We don’t know what’s ailing her, but we do know that she’s got a high fever. And she turned green.”
“Rider?” Birdy asked, quite surprised about this new information. “Today was supposed to be her day off too. Funny how a nurse, on her day off, ends up here anyway. Still…I don’t think this is a very common disease. Even though I’ve only been nursing for a short time, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a patient turn green and begin to flake. Still, first thing’s first. We have to treat what we know is wrong.”
“We’re back!” an exasperated voice shouted as the door behind Birdy was thrust open. In walked two more nurses, Reve and Carrie, carrying a load of wet towels. “And we have the towels. How’s Rider doing?” Reve asked.
“She’s gotten progressively worse since you last saw her,” Dr. Tracy informed the two of them, and she took one of the towels and placed it on top of Rider’s forehead. “I told her not to drink that Brain Bleach cocktail, but she didn’t listen. I bet that’s what caused all of this.”
“No, I don’t think that’s it,” Carrie countered, soaking the thermometer with water and rubbing alcohol. “We’ve seen the effects of those on pirates before. They just start vomiting a lot and lose memory of everything after drinking the cocktail. They don’t turn green, nor do they get a virus, which would cause such a high fever. Excuse me, Doctor,” she politely whispered as she stuck the thermometer under Rider’s tongue.
“I wonder what it could be,” Birdy pondered, pacing around the room. Reve silently watched on as the thermometer beeped and Carrie pulled it out of Rider’s mouth.
“Wow, it went up. I’m surprised she’s not dead by now. The thermometer reads 108.6 degrees.” Carrie shook her head in disbelief. “That’s the highest fever I’ve seen in my whole life.”
“We really need to find out what’s going on now. Birdy, go off to The Archives. Maybe Kat knows of this horrible disease through her history books.” Dr. Tracy handed Reve the thermometer, and she quickly set it down in a biohazard container. “Go, now!”
Birdy nodded and rushed out of room 113, the powerful smell of Rider wafting out behind her.