WKD leans closer to Sniffles and Dexter, who are finishing each other's sentences.
"Well, if you Take this Ketamine," the red-head goes in a slavic/tuetonic accent.
"...then you can successfully avoid Phoenix." the Blue anteater finishes.
WKD looks at them with a confused look.
Both sigh in unison. "Deadliving, you'll escape Other Authors."
Deadliving/WKD smiles. "Awesome." He pauses a moment, remembering what he learned from Law and Order SVU.
"Isn't Ketamine a Daterape drug!" the Mixed teen shouts in disbelief.
"I prefer Sedatives to this 'Date-rape'. " Dexter says, rolling his eyes at the sound rolling off his tongue.
Sniffles continues. "Take the sedatives and-"
FlippedOutSoldier bursts through the door. Her eyes glowed like burning embers.
"You got the Fucking ChickenPox to SUE ME!"
WKD gives a cheeky smile, before running away, pursued by Flipped Out Soldier and Phoenix Reece.
Nutty awoke in his hospital bed once again. He examines his immediate surroundings. He was in a Hospital bed, From collapsing outside the Courthouse, he thought. He glances around. In the bed adjacent to his was the Mime girl.
She had purple headfur that came down to her shoulders, and a white mask of powder, along with some black markings, like a stereotypical mime. her heart shaped nose was a pale pink, as if she had lost a great sum of Blood. But she is still really damn beautiful, Nutty thinks to himself.
Dionaea bustled around the room, maintaining the pinging monitors, not paying attention to either of the two patients until Mime uttered a gasp.
Dionaea rushed to her side, checking her pulse, even though the frequent pings of the monitor over her bed said it was fine, and patted the fawn lightly upon the head.
"Are you awake, Mime?" she asks in a maternal voice. No Shit, Nutty thought. Even though her shallow questioned begged for that blue skunk to be slapped across the face, it was genuinely out of the depths of her heart.
Mime nods. Her hair bounces like curtains tossed about it the wind.
Dionaea smiles. "Are you alright?"
Mime's eye widen like saucers, so even Nutty could see her bright purple eyes. Even Air-headed Dionaea could read that expression.
"You were hit by Presidential Canidate Bumpy's Limousine. You lost a lot of blood, and your left kidney burst, but you're alright now."
Mime's expression said it all: Her face was twisted into a state of distraught terror, mouth agape in a silent gasp, Eyes pleading for an alternative, and concave eyebrows.
Mime tried to spring up from her bed, and Dionaea put a hand on Mime's chest, pushing her down again. Once again, Mime pushed forward, attempt quelled by Dionaea's stern hand. Nutty looked in awe at the perturbed deer, struggling to call for someone, only to have a Skunk keep her down. Out of Mime's throat came a small raspy noise, like the voice was as restricted as she was at that moment.
A Knock halts the three. Dionaea glances at the door, as did Nutty, to behold a Grey cat with a spelunker's torch strapped to his forehead. He waved at Dionaea, who spun around, with a toothy smile, arms behind her back, like all good nurses. Mime was panting like a dog, as she let the Grey cat in.
"Er, Mime, Dr. Damien Jacobs is here to see you." she smiles at the fawn.
Nutty watches as the Grey cat walks over to the side of her bed. "Hello Ma'am." he says in a british accent. As much as Nutty detested all accents, this one was suave, fluent, like a knife cutting butter. "I, as dear Dionaea said before," he says motioning to the skunk who was now rubbing her hands in hand sanitizer, "...am Dr. Damien Jacobs. You can call me Jake, though."
Mime glares at him, unsure of how to react. Nutty watches from the comfort of his pillows. Both Nurse and Doctor ignored him.
"Now, Ma'am, we are aware of your predicament, and we are working to make those responsible pay. Do you have any relatives or close friends you can stay with until this whole thing is settled?" He inquires.
Mime nods, and leans forward to take hold of the pen and pad Jake held out for her. She scribbled down a name and number, then handed the pad back to Jake.
He nods "Thank you, Mime. we hope your little problem can be solved." Both Jake and Dionaea leave the room.
Nutty sits up in his bed, and Mime gasps. "Hello, Mime." he says, calmly.
She frowns at him, glancing at the pen on the desk. It looked mighty fine as a weapon, she thought.
"Don't shank me, Imma nice person over here!" Nutty pleads, shrugging and holding his arms out. "So, you in trouble with the law?" he asks with a smile.
Mime's eyes grow to saucers, and she reaches for the pen. Nutty flicks out his foot, and kicks it away.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal numerous needle entries, and Mime furrows an eyebrow. "I'm going to court when this is over too." Mime sits herself back in the bed.
"I'm going 'cause I was caught with Ketamine." He proceeds to explain. "I have asthma and ADD. I'd truly be a menace to society, a wheezy Nutjob."
Mime snickers breifly, before returning to silence.
"Now you know I'm a junkie, what are you going to the Court of Miracles for?" Nutty asks.
Mime leaps out of bed, walking unsteadily over to the pen Nutty kicked across the room. She takes it, and grabs a slip of paper from the table in the corner of the room, and scribbles upon it.
She hands it to Nutty, who reads it. "Ward of the state. My Parents were Drug dealers aswell."
He re-examines the note, looking at Mime once or twice, before asking, "Are you a Crack Baby?"
Mime shakes her head, disgusted at the very thought.
She snatches the note, and scribbles some more upon the paper. Nutty read aloud once again. "My parents raised me as Girl. they didn't want me to be a drug dealer boy." Mime blushes, and Nutty nods, raising his eyebrows.
She frowns, and turns away. "Oy, " Nutty snaps. She turns around.
"Don't matter if you're a Girl, Boy, or Intersex." He says encouragingly, "Just don't make to much of a fuss 'bout it or you're just an attention whore." She smiles.
"And between you and me, you are stunning." He adds, with a sly, almost cocky grin.
She returns the smile.
Even the Shallow idiot that is Dionaea could tell the two had just become friends.
WKD glances around. A little English boy with a stereotypical sailor uniform. He had blonde hair and thick eyebrows, and a seagull perched itself upon the boy's shoulder.
"Looking for someone?" He asks.
"If a man named Phoenix and a girl named Flipped Out Soldier come by, tell them I am hiding in Israel." he says, voice heeding his jittery attitude. And with that, the Multiracial boy runs away.
The Boy glances around.
Hallow and Chunky appear from behind the Little Boy. "Thank you for letting us hide behind you." Hallow says.
The Little Boy just nods and smiles.
"It's no problem as long as you acknowledge Sealand is a country." He says, handing them Sealand pins. The two then go running after WKD.
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