Chapter 1
Story request by bg52598. Thanks dude :)
A/N Ok, so this story begins when M & R go to the restaurant. But it's swapped around. Mordecai eats the omelette instead and goes into a coma. I'm not going to re write the entire episode but to make it work, I'll write the first part with Rigby (now Mordecai) and the Waiters convo.
Thanks bg for the help!
"I'm telling you dude, I'm gonna do it!" Mordecai said as he pushed the door to the restaurant open.
Rigby shook his head, his arms crossed. "I doubt it." He mumbled. He followed Mordecai to an empty booth where two menus were already on the table.
Mordecai and Rigby both picked up a menu each. Mordecai began to smirk as he "read" the menu through. He already knew what he wanted. Soon, a waiter approached their table.
"Have you decided?" He asked, notepad out.
"I'll have the eggs benedict and a orange juice." Rigby stuttered, handing the menu over to the waiter.
"And I'll have the eggscellent challenge." Mordecai announced with a smirk, passing his menu to the waiter who tucked it under his arm. He looked at Mordecai.
"Oh I wouldn't recommend the eggscellent challenge, it's more of a promotional item." The waiter said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Yeah and it's the only reason we're here so-"
"Sir it's really ju-"
"Ok, ok hold on. I'm confused. I'm the customer, right?"
"Well, yes."
Mordecai pointed behind him. "What does that sign say over there?"
"Uh." The waiter glanced behind him and saw the sign Mordecai was pointing at. "The customer is always right." He read.
"And what am I?"
The waiter looked back at Mordecai. "The customer."
"And the sign?"
The waiter frowned. "Sir, please-"
"Say it." Mordecai said, his eyes narrowed.
"The customer is always right." The waiter stated flatly. Rigby facepalmed as Mordecai "hm hm'd"
"What would you like sir?" The waiter asked again.
"Bring me the omelet."
The waiter rolled his eyes as he jotted down the order. He turned and walked away from them. When he had gone, Rigby turned to Mordecai, who still wore that smirk.
"You can't be serious."
Mordecai's face fell. "What do you mean?"
"You're not actually going to eat the omelet? Didn't you see the ad?"
Mordecai waved a hand. "Dude, you know they just say that to get people to eat the omellete."
"That's beside the point! The waiter didn't want you to eat it."
"So? What does he know? He's just the waiter."
"But Mordecai-"
A large dish piled with scrambled egg, chilli and cheese with biscuits on the side was placed down in front of Mordecai, ending the conversation abruptly. Rigby sat back in the leather seat as a fruit bowl and a glass of water was placed next to the plate. Rigby looked up to see the waiter in front of them. He turned the timer in his hand to "60" then put it on the table.
"Go." He said.
Mordecai grabbed the knife and fork and began eating. Rigby looked at his friend, a determined expression and a few flecks of egg on his face. He glanced at the timer as it shifted slowly to "0" 5...4...3...2...
There was a choking-squeeling noise.
Rigby looked back at Mordecai who had dropped the knife and fork. He was holding his stomach, pain etched on his face, the smirk wiped away.
"Oh man." The waiter stared at Mordecai wide eyed. He turned and ran to the front desk, where a phone was. Rigby turned his attention to Mordecai.
"Dude?"
Mordecai groaned in pain then slipped off the chair and fell on the floor. Rigby gasped.
"Mordecai!"
Mordecai groaned in response, his eyes half open. The waiter soon came running back. "How is- He stopped short, staring at Mordecai, who now lay on the floor, holding his stomach. "I hope we don't get sued for this." He said, his face drained of color. Rigby frowned at the waiters "concern" but didn't say anything about it. He kept his eyes on Mordecai and didn't glance up when he heard the sirens. Soon, Mordecais eyes closed.
"Mordecai?" No response. "Dude?" Rigby was close to tears. He put his hand on his arm but he felt no warmth. Rigby began to tear up when the doors to the restaurant burst open and in ran two men alongside a gurney. Rigby reluctantly stood back with the waiter and watched as his friend was lifted onto the gurney. He ran outside to see the ambulance doors shut.
"Wait!"
One of the men who started to go to the front of the ambulance stopped and glanced back.
"I'm his friend. Let me go with him!"
The man quickly nodded then ran to the front. Rigby hurried, flung the door open and shut the door behind him as he sat on one of the seats. The other man was in the back, checking Mordecai over. When he saw Rigby, he stopped and sat down. He began to ask Rigby questions, which he answered shakily, glancing at Mordecai every now and then. The wail of the sirens screamed in Rigbys head, the speed they were going making his stomach knot.
The man didn't seem to notice. He had to deal with it every day so he was used to it. But Rigby wasn't. He shifted closer to Mordecai and rested his hand on his arm.
"It's gonna be ok Mordecai. You're gonna get through this..."