"Woah, this is one fancy hospital!" Jones cried out when they made there way towards the front desk of said hospital. Osmosis had been to many hospitals in his line of work, as well as before he had the job, but they all hadn't been quite as spectacular as this one.
Being one who normally was near a hospital in a more run down area in the city of Frank when going after a perp and also how poor he had been before he joined the force, all the hospitals he had been to before were just too sad to even describe.
"Name please." The woman behind the front desk said in a bored fashion, popping some chewing gum afterward as she continued reading her magazine, not once looking up at the two in front of her.
"Ma'am, my friend here needs almost-immediate help, you see. No, make that immediate help. He is losing mucus, after all."
Hearing this, the woman behind the desk started to slowly lower her magazine, looking quite bored, but then her eyes widened a bit when she saw that what the cold pill was saying was actually true.
"Oh, certainly," she said in a now flustered and somewhat panicky tone of voice, "I'll get you two in right away, sir."
She then pressed a button to what looked like a speaker and leaned in to talk to it, "There's a gentleman here that looks like he has a," the woman then looked over at Osmosis's arm and looked like she was about to puke for a minute, "bullet wound in his arm."
In no more than several seconds, a male nurse came out and led the large cold pill and the wounded cell, to a room to wait for a doctor. Ozzie went over and sat on top of the strange, small bed that all of these kinds of rooms were equipped with, the paper laid on top of it ripping a bit as he did so.
Shaking his head at this, Drix stood next to the door with his arms folded, or at least, as best as he could with his gun arm. It was then that the doctor came in and Osmosis let out a yell of surprise, not quite sure if he should believe his eyes.
There stood a she-cell, a paler blue compared to Ozzie, the top of her "hair" off to one side; if she had ears, it most likely would be tucked behind one of them. She also had half-moon glasses, a white lab coat that she kept open and a clipboard in her hand.
The name tag on her shirt said- "Roxanne, is that really you?"
"Oh, my Frank! Ozzie!" The she-cell replied to Osmosis's question, just as loud in volume. The he-cell stood and reached out his arms, ignoring the pain that shot up through his wounded one, and hugged the smaller she-cell.
Drix looked on with a stupefied look on his face, the two cells finally looking over at him. "Yo, Drips! This here is Roxanne, she and I went to high school together back in the day."
The cold pill didn't respond, the look on his face not relenting. Ozzie lifted an eyebrow at this, but then continued, ignoring his partner's strange behavior. "Anyways, she and I were like brother and sister. We lived in the same neighborhood, right next to each other, even!"
Turning back to Roxanne, a large smile on his face, he asked, "So, you managed to get yourself a job as a doctor, huh? You were always so serious about becoming one! Study, study, study."
Laughing a bit, the she-cell then took notice of the he-cell's wounded arm and gasped, "Oh, Ozzie your arm! I totally forgot about why I was down here!"
"Huh?" Glancing down at the arm, which still had mucus coming out of it, Ozzie shrugged his shoulders a bit and made a sound of being nonchalant.
"Now, you just sit down and hold out your arm. I need to get some stitches in there."
Osmosis made a face of reluctance and disgust at the idea of a needle going into him, but did as he was told and sat back down on the bed, holding out his arm.
"I'm surprised that you haven't passed out by now! You always were a medical miracle, really." Ozzie chuckled to himself proudly at this so-called "compliment". "Hey, remember that one time I took on all those son-of-a-botulism that were bullying you?"
The he-cell asked excitedly, almost swinging the arm that was being worked on. "Yes, I was so scared when they started beating on you, I thought they were going to kill you!"
"Hehehe, yeah…Good times,eh?"
Roxanne made a face showing she was not amused, but then stood up from the spiny-office chair she had sat in to work on the other cell, taking off her medical gloves.
"OK, you're all done! You're all ready to go out and get beat on by all those germs, once again."
Ozzie made a face, but then got up and examined his arm. Unlike stitches for humans, the stitches for a cell didn't leave any kind of string behind and one was unable to tell if there had been a wound there in the first place, so there was nothing for him to see.
"Hey Rox, before you go, is it alright if I get your number or something? It's been far too long since we seen each other and I-"
"I live in a apartment not too far from here."
Osmosis's eyes widened a bit at such a quick answer, but then he smiled as he backed out of the room, grabbing the large arm of his still silent partner.
"Alright, thanks! I'll be seeing ya around soon then, alright!"
Roxanne smiled, watching the funny pair go out and walk through the hallway, making their exit.
"You have a safe trip home, alright Roxanne!"
"I will!"
The female doctor waved to her fellow employee and then turned and started her trek back home.
One of the places that she found herself having to walk by, but never enjoying it and wishing she could somehow go around it, was a dead end alleyway.
There was often some kind of hobo whom would cat call at her or ask her "if she wanted to have a good time, if you know what I'm saying".
But this time, there wasn't one. However, there was a pained groan that made her literally jump in fright. Instead of running away like most cells would've in this kind of situation though, she stopped walking and tried to see if she could find the source of the sound.
There was another painful sound, this time it was worse, if that was even possible. So, with her doctor's instincts coming into play she, for the first time, walked to the back of the alleyway.
It was very dark as well as dank, but this didn't stop her. She did stop, however, when she saw a faint glow. At first, she couldn't figure out where the light was coming from, but then noticed that it was coming from a claw of some sort.
The claw was broken though and looked extremely painful for whoever or whatever it belonged to. Trying to use this little light that she had, the she-cell trailed her eyes up the arm the hand with this claw was attached to, only to gasp when she saw who it was.
"Hey, baby…."
