Untold Stories of the Trauma Center Chapter 7: Trollathlon

The whole 'Clown Suit' fisco was fresh in CR's mind as he went about his rounds.

The snickers wouldn't stop. They were polite enough to mask it but he could hear it. All of it.

"Bozo..." Followed by a snicker.

"I bet his ass is still burnt.."

Clenching his fist, the surgeon headed to the one place no one would ever guess. The Office of...

Resident Lunatic: Simon Keller.

He knocked. The sound of paper hitting the desk then "Enter."

"Remember the whole-"

"Yeah Bozo. What's up?"

"I need..." CR swallowed "...your help."

Keller was unfazed "For...?"

"Revenge."


Doctor Gabriel Cunningham was sitting in the breakroom calculating Pi.

Err...Pie. He was cutting himself a slice.

And snickering.

"Heh...that was great. Clown kid...Keller...No, Keller's never fun." He remembered the whole 'I beat you with your assistant' deal 3 months ago.

Simon literally did it. Picked up RONI and smacked him upside the head. He also remembered the concussion. "Jerk."

He'd say worse but, like a Ninja, Simon could be in the room.


"So let me get this straight CR...you want me to help you...'Troll' him?"

"I...had heard the kids say that is adequate-" "Say no more." Simon grinned. Then he stood "Seriously you take advice from kids? What's next a Magic 8-Ball?"

CR blushed.

"You DO. Don't you?"

"Once. Vincent convinced me to try."

"Ah the munchkin."

CR nodded then swallowed "So what's first?"

Simon grinned again. He grabbed a tool box.

"Simple. Follow me." Simon destination?

Cunningham's office.

Beyond the closed door, it sounded like they were building another hospital. Minutes later they left. Simon patted CR on the shoulder "You can go to confession later...now...we troll."

Gabe returned a few minutes later "Kid. Creep." he addressed the two Doctor's as they stood outside his office. Opening his door...

SPLASH. Went a bucket. Of gravy. Thanksgiving 2010 gravy.

"Haha. Very funny. Lucas does worse on a-" DONG. He stepped on a rake which smacked the bucket.

"D-Dammit!" Gabe fumbled with the bucket. Getting off he went to sit "Now if you'd kindly-"

CRASH. The chair collapsed, a noose catching his ankle and with a tug from Simon hoisting him over a, apparently hand drawn, pool of 'Sharks'.

"Now Mister Cunningham..." Simon did a very bad James Bond Villain voice "...you will now submit to me and my sidekick "Emo Lad'-"

"What?" CR raised an eyebrow.

"Not now Emo Lad...grownups are talking." Simon started poking Gabe.

"You're not even-"

"OUT!"

Simon left him hanging "Fine...wait until Lucas finds you."

"Oh Shit-"

Simon shut Gabe's office door.