Disclaimer: Well... It seems I do not own Dethklok, or any part of Metalocalypse... That sucks.

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Toki was so tired. It was already 4:00am, and he had been waiting to go to sleep since midnight. The rest of the band insisted on staying up, however, so he did too. He knew he would not be getting up until well into the afternoon. He laid down on his twin-sized bed and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was sound asleep. His sleep, however, did not last long. He woke up when he felt a sharp pain in his side.

"Owwie!" he cried out to himself, gripping his right side. He continued to lay still for a moment, hoping that the pain would pass, but it did not.

The pain he felt was quite intense, so much so that tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. Through his tears he glanced at his allarm clock. It was 5:14am. The rest of the band was most likely asleep. Toki didn't know what he should do. He tried to ignore the pain, but it was too much to simply ignore. Therefore, he walked out into the hall, and made his was to the room which was closest to his own. It happened to be the room which belonged to Murderface.

Murderface was probably not the best person to go to for medical assistance. In fact he was probably the worst person to go to for such. However, Toki was desperate. He felt as though he might throw up, or even pass out, and Murderface was the person who happened to be the closest, so he staggered up to his door, and knocked.

Murderface came to the door after a moment, and opened it.

"Toki," he said, with a hint of aggrivation in his voice, "I juscht went to schleep... What do you want?"

Toki frowned, with tears still in his eyes, "I thinks my stomachs is goings to exlode!" he yelled worriedly at Murderface, who looked down at Toki's stomach.

"Whatsch wrong with it?" he asked, "Why do you think itsch going to exschplode?"

"I don't knows!" Toki exclaimed, panicked, "I wokes up, and it feels like my stomaches is to goings explodes!"

"Uh, okay," Murderface said, "And why are you telling me this? We havea hoschpital. Why don't you go aschk them?"

"Cause I dies before I gets there!" Toki yelled.

All of the commotion had woken up Nathan whose room was further down the hall. He walked up behind Toki. "What the hell?" he asked, "I'm uh... trying to sleep, you dick. Why are you yelling?"

Toki turned around, "I's going to die," he started to cry, "I gots in my stomachs a explode!" Nathan still looked at him angrily, and Murderface simply stood with his arms crossed, as though he was disappointed. Toki scowled at them, "Never minds! Screws you alls off. I just goes to the hospitals. Maybe I dies before I gets there. I hates you all." he said, turning and stumbling down the hall.

Nathan sighed, "I'm already up anyway; I guess I'll go with you... then." he said, walking after Toki.

"Well, if your schtomach's going to exschplode, I think I might want to be there," Murderface agreed, following behind Toki and Nathan.

By the time they had made it down the hallway, Toki was crying and leaning against the wall, "I just goings to stay here," he sobbed, "Stay here; dies."

"Come on, Toki," Nathan urged, "We're almost there. Just stop being a wuss."

Toki frowned and continued to cry. He slid down the wall, gripping his side, which was in pain, "I can'ts do it. I not walks anymore. I think I just dies. Too far to walk. I just dies."

"Jeezey," Murderface began, "what, did schomeone schoot you or schumthing? Why are you being schuch a wussch?"

Toki stayed on the floor and tried to stop crying, "Just goes away den," he said to Nathan and Murderface, "You guys is mean. I just figures dis out all alones, on my alone. Just goes away den," he said as he started to crawl down the hallway.

"I think you're like... over...reacting," Nathan commented, "Just get up," he said, pulling Toki to his feet.

"I can'ts walks no mores!" Toki urged, "Just leaves me here to dies."

"You're schuch a pain in the assch schometimes," Murderface said.

"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "You are," he said, pulling Toki by the arm down the hallway. Toki continued to cry and stumbled after Nathan who was forcing him to walk the rest of the way down the hallway. After a few minutes they reached the hospital which was built within their mansion.

Nathan dragged Toki into the hospital where their hired doctors actually lived, just in case they ever needed them.

"Hey!" Nathan yelled at a few of the doctors who were sleeping, "Hey... get up. Toki's stomach is like... going to explode or something." He pushed Toki toward the doctors.

The two doctors who had been asleep in the room quickly got up. They were very kind doctors, and always treated the band mates like they were children.

"What's wrong, Toki," one of them asked, putting his hand on Toki's shoulder.

Toki looked up at the doctor. He still had tears in his eyes, and tears were also streaked down his face, "I wokes up, and my guts feels like dey goings to explode!" he cried out, "I am going to dies!"

"Oh, hey," the other doctor said, "why don't we just go into the exam room, and we'll find out what's wrong, okay? I'm sure you'll be fine. Is that okay with you? Do you think you can walk into the exam room, or would you like a wheel chair?"

Toki choked back a sob, "I thinks I needs a wheelie chairs. My guts gonna splodes."

The doctor retrieved a wheel chair, and Toki sat in it and was wheeled about 10 feet into the next room. Murderface looked at Nathan.

"No wonder he's schuch a wussch," Murderface told Nathan, "Those guysch treat him like he's like five yearsch old or schometing. Jeeeze."

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Oooooohh!! What is wrong with Toki?? (I am sure you can guess...) I will be writing at least one more chapter... Maybe more.

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