Chapter 2: Routine
It had been one gooood day, Yakko thought. Ralph, the lovable moron, was locked in his guard booth still puzzled on how he arrived in such a predicament. Also he had mashed potatoes on his face. Priceless.
Now it was time to relax since his siblings were practically falling asleep on their feet. Yakko picked Dot in his arms and practically dragged Wakko by the hand. It wasn't too late, but they had huge day of antics. All were exhausted. Thankfully the next day was Saturday which meant peace.
Climbing the ladder slowly, Yakko then opened the vaulted door, turned on the light, and stepped inside. Wakko closed the door behind him as it locked with a solid, metal thud.
Yakko went to their triple bunk bed, placed Dot on her middle bunk, and went to their closets to pick up her pajamas.
"Wakko, have you checked your blood, yet?" Yakko asked.
"Hummmm hum," the middle kid moaned.
"aaaand…" Yakko pressed.
"All good," Wakko answered in his Liverpool accent.
"You need a shoot don't you?" Yakko said as he slipped Dot's body into her pink pajamas. It was like dressing a doll with her some nights.
Wakko climbed the ladder and feel face first into the pillow, and muttered, "Too tired."
"Too bad," Yakko sighed. He was tired too, but that was the job of being the eldest. You always went to the bed last especially with a hypoglycemic brother and a sister who believed she was the queen.
After tucking Dot into the matching pink covers and kissing her on top of her head, Yakko stood and glared at Wakko who was fast asleep. What a surprise.
Taking out the medication and a fresh needle, Yakko yawned. Hopefully his siblings had been run so ragged that they would allow one day of relaxation. He held the filled syringe and needle to the light. Then he turned to his sleeping brother whose arm was perfectly handing over the edge. Yakko rolled up the sleeve of Wakko's blue sweeter and stuck the needle gently into his skin hidden beneath his fur. Wakko moaned at the prick, but he was use to it. After injecting him, Yakko tossed the needle into the bio-hazard box.
Almost done, Yakko thought as he took Wakko's red hat off his head. This had become so routine for him ever since he could remember. Perhaps it was the way he was drawn like some sort of instinct. Perhaps it was gown overtime. Perhaps he was just tired.
Yakko turned off the lights. Finally getting to bed himself, Yakko just about rested his head on a pillow when his cell began to ring. Grumbling something, Yakko took the damn devise, which the good doctor told him was necessary, of his pocket. He answered it with a grown.
"What's up, doc?"
Otto was stuttering. Not a good sign. "Y-yes, Yakko. How are you?"
"Sleeping," Yakko yawned.
"Okay. Okay. I need to see you three tomorrow, ya? My office at nine, okey dokey?"
"I'm Yakko, doc. Seriously I think you need to see a P-psychiatrist."
Otto's laugh was forced, Yakko could tell, but brain too tired to process. The doctor muttered something like good-bye or sees you tomorrow. Then Yakko feel asleep.
Another short chapter. The chapters get longer and with more action, promise. Anyway, REVIEW ME! Please!