Ch. 2 broken bones
Well it continues I guess. It's a fun little side project at least. I'm surprised it is actually getting noticed at all. Anyway RnR.
Pure blackness is all Rigby sees around him. He doesn't know where he is so all he can guess to do is begin walking. The void continues on no matter how long he walks. He stops eventually throwing his arms up. "Ugh where am I," he cries out into the blackness. Suddenly the sound of wind fills his ears and he holds his hands up to his eyes as thousands of clocks swirl around him and form into a huge form in front of him. Father Time floats there looking down at him from beneath is huge bowler hat.
"Rigby," he says with a sigh, "I thought I told you never to come here again." His mustache made of the hands of the clock twitch in annoyance.
"It's not like I came here willingly dude," Rigby snaps "I just woke up here." He looks around trying to guess where exactly he is. "Where am I anyway?"
"Well, this time, you're roaming around the plains of time," the looming clock man says "at least there's nothing for you to break out here." He stoops closer to Rigby and examines him "as for why you're here I could only guess…unless." The clock man straightens himself out again and the clocks that make up his middle split to reveal a very small brown clock. The clock float in front of him and he examines it.
Rigby stands there watching him and getting more annoyed "unless what, man," he says crossing his arms and glaring at Time.
Father Time lowers the clock from his face to show it to Rigby "this clock represents your life," he says and Rigby looks closely at it. The clock's hands tick feebly and constantly stop for a moment then keep going. "It appears your body is dying."
Rigby's eyes fly wide open and he looks scared "What why?!"
Time shrugs "well your spirit seems to have been knocked out of your body it seems," he says "I saw in the clock that you were in a very serious accident. Without your spirit, your body will continue to die"
The raccoon begins to panic "well how do I fix this then?" his voice is filled with anxious worry.
"Simple enough you just need to return to your body," he whistles and Rigby hears a horse, albeit he doesn't see one, riding up "Time pony can take you back. Just try not to get yourself in another accident like that I won't help you again." Rigby feels around and his hands come in contact with the invisible horse and he pulls himself on to it sitting on its back. "Still don't know how to ride the time pony I see. Regardless go away and please do not return." Time whistles again and the horse takes off through time with Rigby clutching it for dear life.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. Rigby's eyes slowly flutter open. He hears a constant beeping and feels oddly numb. As his eyes adjust to the light he finds himself staring at a pure white ceiling. The sound of voices intrudes upon his ears and he looks to the left as a face appears in his vision. Although blurry he can still make out the figure of his friend, Mordecai. He watches as his friend's beak moves but whatever he is saying is muffled and incomparable to the raccoon. Rigby tries to sit up but as he moves even slightly he feels agonizing pain from his chest and so he stops. The pain brings the world into sharp focus and his senses become acute.
"…ude I'm so sorry," Mordecai's voice become understandable "I should have paid attention." Rigby watches as Mordecai is pulled back and a man wearing a doctor's coat takes his place.
"Rigby can you hear me," he asks and Rigby nods slowly "good now do you know where you are?" No Rigby responds with a shake of his head. The doctor sighs "you are in the hospital you've been in a serious accident," he continues "now you are very lucky to only have a few broken ribs and a mild concussion, but we are keeping you here for the night to make sure you'll be ok. Do you understand can you talk?"
Rigby opens his mouth finding his jaw to be stiff and his tongue heavy and throat dry "yeah," he says with a raspy voice "can I get some water?" The doctor nods and reaching somewhere to the left out of Rigby's sight he pulls back a bottle of water and unscrews it lowering it to Rigby's mouth to allow him to drink. The water is refreshing and it fills him with a bit more energy and he coughs clearing his throat a little. "Thanks, doc," he says his voice not so raspy.
"Good now you should rest," the doctor says then turns to address whoever is in the room "a nurse will be periodically checking in on him and Mr. Mordecai I suggest you return to your room soon to rest as well."
"Thanks, doc," Rigby hears his boss's voice "I couldn't believe it when I got the call I'm just happy that he's ok."
"Excellent well good day to you all," Rigby hears the doctor's footsteps and then a door opening and closing and the room grow quiet for a second.
"Benson," Mordecai says.
"Mordecai stop," the gumball man's voice is stern but not angry "I know it was an accident ok. You made a mistake but everything's ok right now. Don't worry about the cart it wasn't too badly damaged." Rigby turns his head to get a better look and sees Benson put his hand on Mordecai's shoulder "Just rest and we'll talk about this later. Now I'm going to head home I called Skips and he said he would come over to check in on you and Rigby." With that Benson pats Mordecai's shoulder and turns and leaves the room too.
Mordecai sighs looking down at the floor and turns to face Rigby. Rigby sees his friend clearly now. Mordecai's right wing is in a sling and his beak is chipped on the right side about halfway down. He walks closer to Rigby and puts his left hand on the raccoon's chest. "Man I just…I can't believe I was so stupid," the birds face shows extreme grief and remorse.
Rigby manages to get his left arm free from under the blanket and he puts his hand on his friends. He doesn't want Mordecai to feel so bad for what happened. "Dude," he says "it's ok I'm fine." Rigby flashes a weak smile trying to cheer Mordecai up. It doesn't work and the bird lifts his hand away from Rigby's chest and the raccoons hand slides off landing back against his body.
"I'm gonna go get some rest ok, " he says "I'll see if I can come back later." With that, he turns to the door and walks to it. Rigby doesn't want him to go but he doesn't call his friend back and watches as he opens the door and walks out allowing the door to swing closed behind him.
A few broken bones and a depressed friend is what Rigby had right now. Could it be worse? Yeah, it could, but he was alive. He felt pain not only in his chest but he felt a pain that his best friend was lying somewhere right now beating himself up. He also felt pain for how he wished his friend was with him right now and he could hug him and tell him it's ok and then punch him in the arm for being such a little cry baby. For however much Rigby depended on Mordecai he still felt bad that the blue jay was blaming himself for what happened. Rigby sighed to himself and closed his eyes still exhausted by what was going on. He would make Mordecai realize tomorrow how everything's ok even if he had to punch him in the gut to make him realize it.
I will be trying to fluff up the next chapter if I can. Anyway have a nice day, night, morning, afternoon any time of the day it is for you.