I woke up, still a bit rattled from what happened last night. I still can't believe Cherry would do that. But at least I figured out why she calls me Mr. Bubbles. I'm pretty sure it would be just as awkward on her part if she called me her father. Well, I woke up, and got up. Cherry was awake, and a scientist was in the cell. I grabbed my helmet from the floor, and locked it into place.
"Good, Hadamar. Come on, you two need your check ups." The scientist held Cherry's hand as we walked to the med bay.
"Okay now. Cherry, you're first. Come over here please." The female doctor motioned behind a screen.
It took fifteen minutes, before the exited the area behind the screen. The doctor handed Cherry a sucker.
"There. For being a good patient. Now, Hadamar it's your turn." I followed her behind the screen.
She had to do a few blood tests. That was easy. Then, she ran a few uh… "Specific" tests. It took twice as long as Cherry's check up. When we finally finished, I was sick to my stomach.
"How do you feel Mr. B?" Cherry asked.
"Gaaaaa." I rubbed her head.
"Mr. Bubbles, come on! I see angels dancing in the sky." Cherry tugged on my arm.
She pulled me until I finally started to respond. We walked down a few hallways, and she found a fresh body. She jabbed the needle into the corpses neck, and began to sing.
"Good girls gather, gather, gather. Right Mr. B?"
"Gaaaa."
As expected, the Splicers came. I melded away, and ran at the group. One of them hurled a dagger at me, and it hit. It stung, but I wasn't bleeding much. I pulled it out, and ran faster. I jammed it into his stomach. I hit the release switch on my gauntlets, and impaled two of the remaining Splicers. Two left. One of them was too close to Cherry. I aimed, and pulled a small lever on my left gauntlet. The blade shot out, and impaled the Splicer. I returned to my normal form, and walked towards the remaining Splicer. He stepped back, and turned around. He ran away. I retrieved my missing blade, and jammed it into place. I sheathed the blades, and walked back to Cherry.
"Mr. B! Your hurt!" she pointed to a pool of blood at my feet. It was leaking from my shoulder, where the dagger hit me.
"Here, I can make it better." I kneeled down, and she stuck her needle into my palm.
It felt a little better, but I was getting weak. Cherry walked slowly behind me as we made our way back to Fontaine Futuristics. We walked through the door, and the Scientists knew something was happening to me. The led me to the med bay, where they did a few blood tests.
"Um, sir. You need to see this." A scientist said.
"What is it?" the head scientist asked.
"He's been poisoned. The Splicers are getting smarter."
"What? God Damnit, not another one. We can't keep losing the protectors. Well, is it fatal?"
"No, but I think he's going into a coma. Look at him, he's shaking, he can barely stand up."
"Damnit. Fine, find Cherry a new protector."
"But sir, she won't take anyone else. She'll go into shock if we do this to fast."
"I don't care; I want her with a new protector. I don't care how long it takes."
"Yes sir."
I couldn't believe it. I was going into a coma. I'm as good as dead.
I was sitting in the med bay for hours. Cherry was right next to me the entire time. She didn't notice how dire the situation was, she was just sitting next to me. After a while, she got bored.
"Mr. Bubbles. I'm bored, let's go find some angels." She tugged me up to my feet.
I took a step, and fell over. I hit the ground hard, and I could barely move. I rolled over, and looked at the ceiling. Red veins were altering my vision, and it was getting hard to breathe.
"Mr. Bubbles! Now isn't the time for napping. Get up." She pulled on my arm, but I couldn't budge.
"Cherry! Stand back, let us take care of this." A scientist knelled down next to me.
He injected me with a syringe, and removed my helmet. He put a breathing mask on me, and began pumping air into it. I was gasping for breath, and I knew I was going into a coma. Cherry was standing with her hand over her mouth. Her eyes will filling with tears, and she was staring in horror.
"No, no, no! Come on, live damn you!"
Cherry ran past the scientist that was holding her back, and grabbed my arm. "Get up… *Sniffle* get up Mr. B! You gotta get up!"
She tugged on my arm, but to no avail. I managed to roll over, and I was trying to get up. I tried over and over, but I fell over each time. I tried one last time and successfully stood up. I wobbled out of the room, with my arms extended. I kept walking, until I made a turn, and ran into a Rosie. The newest and most popular model at the time. I bounced back, and he stared at me for a moment.
"He's a bad daddy!" his charge yelled, pointing at me.
His porthole turned blood red, and he moaned in rage. He threw a devastating punch, and I was thrown to the floor. Blood was pooling inside my helmet, and I blacked out.
Can you guess what the "specific" test was? Whoever can will get their name put in here somewhere.
