Professor Layton and the Last Carton of Milk

XD Is anyone even reading these titles? This chapter didn't really live up to my expectations, but the plots bound to kick in some time. Trust me. When the drama hits, it's gonna hit you HARD. I still have goosebumps thinking about how you are all going to hate me for making everyone hate eac- OOPS! Was that to much~? Take it away Luke!

Luke: Gatita101 does not own us. If she did, Claire would be alive, Clive would be travelling with us, Arianna would be my girlfriend and Emmy would teach Flora karate.


Emmy closed the door behind her. Layton had gone to answer the door, leaving her alone. Just her, and the suitcase filled with clothes and various other personal belongings.

"That was close." She whispered to herself. That man was smart and calculative. Who knew what he thought about her odd behavior moments before? "I hope he doesn't figure it out. It would make things so much more awkward between us." Deciding that dwelling wouldn't help one bit, she chose to take that well earned bath. With the bubbles!

Layton opened the front door, revealing a man with a very round figure and a beard of snowy white. "Hello. I hear your daughter has an extremely bad illness. I am Doctor Sualc. I was inquired to examine her from the other doctors."

Layton quickly stepped aside. If he could cure Flora's illness, he would forever grateful to this man. "Please, come in. I'll show you to her."

Dr. Sualc stepped inside and followed the Professor upstairs. Layton opened the door, and there he saw it: Flora Reinhold was pale beyond compare. Her cheeks were flushed, she was sweating, even with the soaked rag on her head. Her breathing seemed erratic. She was gasping large quantities of air, and choking on it. It was as if there was an invisible boulder on her chest, pushing the air out of her like a balloon.

Layton wiped away a tear. "Please do what you can." He said, then walked out. He couldn't bear to see her in that state any longer.

Flora Reinhold snuggled under her blankets, trying to collect as much heat as possible. She was sweating profusely, but she felt freezing.

"Make it stop." She whispered. Her voice was raspy and tired. It held no force behind it whatsoever. She was to tired.

Layton walked into her room. "Flora. Are you alright?" He asked gently.

"No." She gagged. Oh god, not again!

"I just wanted you to know, I called in a doctor to see you." He kept a wary distance, seeing her pale face slowly growing green. "Oh my. I'll go get the bucket!" The gentleman quickly dashed out of the room and swiftly came back.

Flora held onto the bucket for dear life as her stomach completely emptied, save for the organs itself. She felt her adoptive fathers hands rubbing her back, in attempt to make her feel better. It worked, if only a bit.

Flora woke up from the recent memory. The world around her was extremely foggy and unfocused. Grunting in displeasure, she sat up in bed.

"It wouldn't be wise to force your body to move so much."

Flora gasped in fear, recoiling far from the man as possible. "W-who are you!" Her voice was creaky and dry.

"I am the doctor. Your father lead me in here to see what I can do for you." He reached into his bag and pulled out some typical doctor equipment: popsicle stick, stethascope, etc. "I am Dr. Sualc. Now say 'AH'. Good girl!"

Flora felt like puking again.

"Hohoho!" He laughed. "Can't have you being sick, now can we?"

Flora looked confused. How did he...

Dr. Sualc rubbed her back. The spot where he rubbed glowed with each touch.

Flora's back felt so warm. It was like a fire was seeping into her, but it didn't hurt. It was comforting. "I'm so..."

"Tired? Go to sleep, my dear. This will all blow away when you wake up tommorow."

Those were the last words she heard him say, then she passed out into a comfortable sleep.

Luke and Clive hung out in a cafe. It was almost full, and finding a seat was difficult. Luckily, a window seat was available. The boys talked about how things were.

Luke sipped his hot chocolate. "Sounds horrid."

Clive stared out the window. "Yes. Promise me you'll never do anything to go to prison."

"I promise. Are you going to finish that?" Luke pointed to the teens beveridge.

Clive took a sip of chocolate. "Yes."

Luke followed the older boys gaze out the window. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing in particular. Just admiring the view." He paused hesitantly. "Luke. Don't take anything for granted. Those adventures you go on with the Professor? Cherish them."

Luke looked worriedly at him. "Clive?"

He chuckled. "I'm perfectly fine, Luke. Just a little insight about how us jailbirds feel."

"If you feel so strongly, maybe you should accompany us next time!"

Clive couldn't help but feel the infectious happiness radiating off the small boy. "I'd like that very much. Cheers." They knocked their cups together and drank.

Little did they know, an adventure was waiting right around the corner.


Ka-chingo bells~ Ka-chingo bells~ Ka-chingo all the way~

I don't know about you guys, but i'm getting alot of video games this Christmas! WOO!

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