A/N: I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE LATE UPDATE : )
WORK HAS BEEN EATING ME ALIVE.
Anyway, I'm not sure about this story still, am I getting Ratchet right? Is it good? Is it bad? I don't know, but I am enjoying writing this.
So, enjoy! :)
Ratchet awoke late that night or early that morning. Either way it was dark outside and he could tell it was a time when he'd usually be sleeping. He struggled to kick off the blankets that he'd tangled himself up in and let out an irritable groan. His head was still pounding painfully; it felt as though someone had smacked him with a brick.
More than once.
Ratchet pulled himself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. He took three more pain relievers and chugged down a glass of water. He returned to his bed feeling a tad dizzy. He lay absorbed in his thoughts for a while before drifting back to sleep.
Ratchet was woken by Clank at twelve, asking if he'd like lunch. Ratchet refused and a concerned expression spread across the little robots face.
"Are you sure?"
He asked.
"Yeah pal, I'm sure. I'm not feeling too fresh today actually."
Clank's eyes narrowed.
"You should stay in bed if you are feeling unwell. Do you need anything?"
Ratchet shook his head.
"I will come in and check on you later."
Clank walked out of the room.
Ratchet hoped that he'd be feeling better by tomorrow. His head was still pounding and once the nausea set in, he concluded it was a migraine; he hadn't had one in years.
Much to Ratchet's displeasure, the said 'migraine' lasted a lot longer than expected, eight days to be precise, most if which Ratchet felt he spent in the bathroom, emptying his stomach of the small amount of he could actually bare to stomach.
Thursday, the day of his appointment was one of the worst days for the Lombax while he was ill. He couldn't stand let alone get to the phone to tell the doctor he wouldn't be able to make it in there. Nor could he ask Clank to, he couldn't even imagine the reaction he'd get, admitting to the small robot that he was seeing a shrink! There was one call that worried him, though.
He heard the phone ring and Clank's metallic footsteps speed up to get there in time.
"Hello? No sorry, Ratchet is ill and unable to come to the phone… Oh? Okay, you too, sir."
Clank didn't check in on Ratchet for a while after that, though he didn't bring up the call, either.
The next day, Ratchet's condition had significantly improved but Clank wasn't convinced, he said he still looked a little pale. So Ratchet's next week mainly consisted of lounging around and watching holo-vision.
By the time Thursday came around again, Clank believed that he was one hundred percent once more.
"I'm just going for a bit of a drive, pal. I'll be back later."
Ratchet said as he walked out the door.
"Be careful, Ratchet"
The Lombax smiled as he closed the door behind him.
This time, Ratchet bought a holo-guise with him, disguising himself as a brown Cazaar before jumping out of Aphelion.
He walked through the waiting room, feeling pleased with his idea, no one noticing a thing.
He knocked on the office door and the doctor opened the door.
"May I help you?"
He asked.
Ratchet nodded and walked into the room.
"Sorry sir, but I ha-"
He disengaged the holo-guise.
"Oh, Ratchet, may I ask why you're using a holo-guise?"
Ratchet sat down.
"Dodge the stares."
"I see."
The doctor sat down opposite him.
"I hear you were ill last week. I called and your roommate picked up."
Ratchet felt the blood drain out of his face and the Blaarg noticed his concern.
"Don't worry, I didn't tell him why I called."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"How are you?"
"Okay."
The Lombax replied.
"Anymore dreams?"
"No."
He lied.
The doctor sighed.
"Last week when you couldn't make it, I had a free hour which gave me time to think about your… predicament. And I have an idea."
"Go on,"
"Hypnotism. It would be chance, of course. But if it goes in the right direction, we could travel back into your memories and dreams, like you were there all over again."
"So you mean… I could find out who my parents were? What really happened?"
"Precisely."
The Lombax thought for a moment. Letting the doctor delve in his mind, was he really ready to do something like this? Honestly, no, but he saw no point in waiting.
"When do we start?"
He asked letting out a breath as he spoke.
"Now if you wish."
"Let's do this."
A/N: So :3
Actually, I have nothing to say, huh.
I'm surprized.
Did you enjoy?
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