It was a normal day at the Ghostbusters' headquarters in New York City. Well, ALMOST normal. Unfortunately a few days ago, Dr. Egon Spengler came down with a bad case of the flu. He was getting a little better, but not very much. The guys and Janine had been helping him the best they could, and they were doing a very good job. But Egon was still really sick. He was even having trouble keeping anything down. Almost immediately or some time later, he'd throw up the contents. So it was hard, but Egon wasn't giving up.
"You feeling any better?" Dr. Ray Stantz asked as he walked into the bedroom. He had come up to check on his friend. And Ray so didn't like when one of his friends was sick.
"Not really (coughs)" Egon replied sounding really stopped up. And the poor guy hadn't even slept in 72 hours. He was so stopped up he couldn't breathe very well.
"Well, you're getting there. I know your stomach's not agreeing with you right now, but you're a little dehydrated so you think you can at least try to drink some water?" asked Ray.
"(coughs) I could try" Egon replied.
Ray handed Egon the glass, and he drank it all, but soon after, he threw it up. "Still not agreeing with you, huh?" Dr. Peter Venkman asked as he walked in the bedroom. "Nope (coughs)" said Egon. "Well, it'll get better soon." said Winston Zeddemore as he walked in.
"I hope so." Egon said, "I'm getting sick of throwing stuff up. I also think I'm starting to lose my gag reflex. ACHOO!"
"Let's hope not." Peter said.
Just then the alarm sounded, meaning that there was a call. Peter, Ray, and Winston all quickly slid down the fire pole.
"What do we got Janine?" asked Winston.
"We gotta Class 6 at the Stacey's department store." Janine replied.
"Again?" Ray said. "And a Class 6? We'll need 4 people for this. But with Egon sick, we'd need to for this Janine."
"Ok" Janine replied as she put on her jumpsuit. "Do you think Egon will be ok here alone for a little bit?"
"Maybe, but just in case, we'll lock the back doors too." Winston said
Meanwhile, Peter went upstairs to tell Egon their plan, "Hey Egon, we gotta a call. A Class 6 manifestation, and Janine's coming with us. Will you be ok here alone for a bit?" Peter asked.
"(coughs) Yeah." Egon replied.
"We'll lock all the doors, including the back ones. And we'll have the phone automated so it won't bother you. Sound good?" asked Peter.
"Yeah" said Egon.
"Ok, call us if you need anything." said Peter.
Peter then went downstairs to join Ray, Winston, and Janine in Ecto-1. The four then sped off to their location.
Then about 10 minutes later, two robbers forced their way into the firehall through one of the back doors. They just wanted to see what they could find. They started ransacking the filing cabinets, the guys' lockers, Janine's desk, and everything else. Meanwhile upstairs, Egon heard voices, but he knew that they weren't the guys. He was worried, but he kept quiet. Then the robbers ran upstairs. They made their way into the lab and starting awing at what they were finding. Quickly, Egon got out of bed, quietly making his way to the door. He silently opened it. He saw the robbers going through some dangerous stuff. Egon opened the door and stepped out.
"Hey!" Egon exclaimed, "Put that stuff down that's dangerous!"
"Well so is this." one of the robbers said as he pulled out a gun and started shooting at Egon. Egon didn't have time to duck and the bullets hit him in the chest and abdomen. Egon took a step and fell to the ground and began bleeding from his wounds. Meanwhile the robbers got whatever was interesting to them.
"OK, we'd better go before the others come back." one of the robbers said.
"Yeah, but should we take him with us?" the other said pointing to Egon, who was lying on the floor and bleeding.
"No, let's leave him here. Besides, he'll probably die here anyway. And by the looks of him, he has the flu. So no way." the first robber said.
"Yeah, let's go." the other replied.
The two made their way downstairs and out the back door and into their car, and they sped away.
Meanwhile in the bedroom, Egon was still lying on the ground and bleeding badly from the multiple gunshot wounds on his chest and abdomen. His temperature was rising and his flu was getting worse.
"P-Peter...Ray...W-Winston...J-Janine...Help...me." Egon muttered as he lay bleeding on the floor with his life slipping away.
To be continued...
