The Visit: O'Malley
Doc has a visitor. This one is a bit mean.
Doc had founded his own practice in Atlanta, Georgia following the adventures of the gang. He never expected of any of his friends to come back. But one did. It all started after a routine check-up….
"So, Mrs Harrier, your health seems to be fine, but we will send you the result of your strep-test anyways, okay?" Doc said. She thanked him, shook his hand and left. A medical aide came in. He was obviously agitated.
"A man is here to see you. He says he used to know each other, so well, that it was like you shared the same mind." Doc got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Send him in," aid Doc.
A few moments later a large man walked into the office. He wore a black muscle shirt, sunglasses, and black jeans. Silver skull rings were on 5 of his fingers. When he spoke, it was with a vaguely Australian accent.
"Hello, Frank," The large man said. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"
Doc scowled. "You know what I prefer to be called, O'Malley."
"Yes, yes, Medical Super Private, First Class. You used to talk about that all the time," said O'Malley. "You even got that religious fool to engrave it on a brass plague for our room.
"No, I've kind of grown to the name Doc."
"I thought you said it wouldn't stick."
"It did," said Doc.
"Well, I'm not only here to chat. I also have been having it is horrible headache. I don't know what it is, but it's driving me mad," explained O'Malley.
"I was meaning to ask, how did you get a body? You're a wacked up computer program in need of therapy!" Doc inquired.
"Yes, and you're a retired army medic with no degree. Remember that time I told the freak that I needed a machine built?" O'malley said.
FLASHBACK
"I need a machine built minion," yelled Doc/O'malley back at their old base.
"Yes sir, Master Priest," the zealot screamed back.
END FLASHBACK
"That dude was a horrible intern," said Doc.
"Yes, but he was a mindless servant," so that makes up for it," O'Malley said.
"Let me take a look at your head," O'malley ducked and Doc examined his head. "It seems your body transfer caused some trauma. Here," Doc said, handing his old roommate a bottle of liquid that looked like motor oil. "Drink some of this every night after dinner."
"Thanks. And one more thing."
"Yes?"
"Thank you for giving me my freedom. It feels wonderful to see you again. Here's my address," he said, handing Doc a slip of paper. "Maybe someday we came have a reunion with the other members of Blood Gulch." Doc was stunned. O'Malley had never sounded so compassionate. "Right after I'll kill them." That's more normal. "Have a horrible day, Doc" O'Malley left with the liquid.
"That was nice, seeing him again," Doc mused as he packed his things and walked out to his car, a beat up, old pick-up truck. "I can't wait for my date tonight with that girl Caroline. Such a familiar name."
And that's the story of O'Malley and Doc's reunion.
I'm planning on doing the others next. Tell me what you think. Any and all comments will be taken.