A/N: No own. So no sue. Just please read.
… Chapter II
Dok4 awoke with a start. The previous day's memories, and subsequent fears, were still giving him the scares.
Doktor: Hey, settle down now! You're in the medical board, out of harms way.
Dok4 (calming down as he surveys his spotless white surroundings): Yeah, looks like it. (suddenly gets nervous). What about Stim?
Doktor (looking over charts): Well, your comrade here took in enough poison to kill an elephant. (Dok4's eyes widen, doktor adds quickly) But we did manage to save him!
Hearing the doktor say that, Dok4 allowed himself to relax. But only for a second.
Doktor (continuing in a sadder tone): However...
Dok4 (gets back into tense mode): However...?
Doktor: The poison had had some nasty side effects on him... It has...(deep sigh) seriously affected his mind and judgement...
Dok4 (beginning to conceive the worst of possible scenarios): In what way? Where is he? I have to find him!
Stating that, Dok4 delayed things no further and bolted right past the doktor and out of the room. He would find his friend, even if he had to turn the medical board inside out! Reaching the Critically Injured unit, he burst right in. And his eyes fell upon the sole unoccupied bed, neatly made and ready for a new patient.
Dok4 (practically chocking from the adrenaline and worry): Where's Stim?
Random patient: You're looking for Stim? Well you're too late. He's gone... (seeing Dok4's rapidly deteriorating composure, quickly adds)... to the Store! To spend them Valour Points!
Dok4 (still trying to get over it): Store? (relaxes): Phew, I thought...Jack, don't ever scare me like this again...
Jack : Yeah, well... The Commander gave you guys got a barrow load of them, for getting each other outta that mess. And as soon as he could walk, good ol' Stim went on a shopping spree.
Dok4 (sitting on the unoccupied bed): That's strange. Why the sudden interest in shopping?
Other patient: I'll bet he's loading himself with tonics, bandages and weaponry, to get revenge!
Dok4: Maybe, Will. (plumps chin in hand) Wish I could have exchanged a word with him first...
Far end patient: Well, Stim did leave a note for you...
Dok4 (no longer droopy): Really? Where is it then, Dolf?
Dolf (flatly): You're sitting on it...
Dok4 (gets up to see sparkling white folded note placed upon the sparkling white blanket): Didn't see it the first time...
Grumbling his excuse, Dok grabbed the note and sat back down to read it.
Dear Dok,
Thanks a mill for saving me back there, you're a real pal, I thought you'd stay there and die anyway, but you listened and saved us both and you really rock and I'm gonna go fetch something, and be right back and, and,and ... be right back!
StimP.
The uncharacteristically ranting tone with which Dok4 was being addressed was unnerving enough, but the major shock was that the whole thing was covered in
PINK
DOODLES...
Will (noticing Dok4's shocked mug): What? What? What's going on?
Dolf : Maybe it's a ransom note...
Jack (seeing the doodles): Maybe it's a lil' love letter! (snarcks)
All debates as to the nature of the note were quickly ended by StimPatch's personal appearance. And what an appearance he made...
StimPatch (bursting through the door): DoooooooK!
No one in the room was in any condition to answer...much less the above-yelled-at hero.
StimPatch was dressed in a pink cheerleader outfit, complete with matching pom poms and ribbons in his hair.
StimPatch (completely oblivious to the extent of the awe and aversion he had unwillingly caused, starts doing a pom-pom hustle on the spot): Dok, Dok, he's the guy!/ Top rank shooter, no. 1 spy,/ Count on him to watch your back / Name the trouble, he's got the knack!
To make matters worse, he also saw it fit to do a surprisingly well-performed, albeit out-of-character dance routine.
He traversed the medical room in a flurry of round off somersaults. Landing (sonorously) in the square middle of the room, with a laws-of-physics defying side flip, StimPatch's number went on with a series of back, front and even toe flips. (them fantastic fire proof undies turned out to be fantastic in more than 1 way).
StimPatch : Dok (flip), Dok (flip), he's the guy! (side flip)/ Top rank shooter, no. 1 spy! (landing pose)/ Count on him (back flip) to want your back (front flip)/ Name the trouble (toe touch flip), he's got the knack! (victory pose).
Upon seeing his friend's sudden and in no way expected transformation, Dok4 promptly slammed his bottom jaw on the floor, so hard, he actually created a small crater there. As StimPatch's … performance went on, Dolf merely stared in utter horror, Will actually fell out of his bed, while Jack, apparently the only one still able to think coherently, was laughing his head off.
Jack: Hey everyone, check out Stim's brand new battle armour and tactics!
Doktor (coming in sight, trying to keep a straight face): That's what I've been trying to tell you...
Dok4 (beginning to come around): Please excuse me...
Next thing the doktor knew was that he was on Dok4's shoulder and then into his office.
Dok4 (shutting the door behind them, setting the doktor on his chair): What the frell is wrong with him? Is he possessed or something?
No such luck...
Doktor: Apparently, they have used some new type of poison. Which I bet hasn't even been studied or tested yet...
Dok4 (dawning to him): Oh man... (gets a notch hopeful): When's he gonna recover?
Doktor : Well, he's currently going through a detox, but you know how long those take. Add that to the poison's unknown properties...
Dok4 (feeling close to faint): Great...!
And with that, Dok4 slammed himself in a chair, in front of the doktor.
…
A/N: (stifles a laugh) Just a quick link or two as to where I got my ideas for the cheerleading routines:
.com/watch?v=QzYHiUMBp4s&feature=related
.com/watch?v=B3YfGd4Wt24&feature=fvsr
.com/watch?v=Ajm3yvrQDf4&feature=related
.com/watch?v=FPBSIIq0MmI
Because when it comes to cheerleading, I only know this:
They (the cheerleaders) actively participate in all sports matches.
For some daunting reason, they don't actually play the match.
If I were to attempt the stunts they do, I'd break apart; no doubt about it…