Rose: Sup, people! How you doin'! (Wendy is awesome!) I'm back for another chapter or "episode" as Deadpool likes to call it. I think he wants his own TV show.
Deadpool: HEAK YEAH! I deserve a TV show! And it better not look like Ultimate Spider-Man in any way, shape, or form!
Rose: Yeah… well any who, are you ready to start?
Deadpool: Hell yeah! I need to know what happens to Heather!
Rose: And away… we... go...
"Where are you taking her?" Deadpool asked.
"To ICU," Alice answered. The nurses and doctors took Heather to a room in ICU. Deadpool followed. "Can you please wait out here for one minute? The doctors need room to examine the patient and run some tests."
{What?! We can't leave Heather in there all alone! What if she gets hurt even more!?}
[No! We should wait until they find out if she's even going to be ok. We wouldn't want to distract them or get in their way.]
Deadpool sighed, "Fine. I guess."
"Thank you, sir!" Alice rushed back inside the room. Another nurse walked in front of Deadpool. It was obvious by her facial expression that she was mad at him.
"What?" He asked.
"You drove your truck through our door and you need to sign some papers!" The woman crossed her arms.
"Look, lady, I'm busy—"
"Unless you want me to get the authorities involved, you will come with me to the fount desk."
"Fine..." said an annoyed merc. Deadpool followed the rude woman to the front desk. There she gave him a stack of papers to fill out. "What the hell is this!?"
"Read it and find out." The lady sat behind the desk and started typing on a computer.
{Rude!}
"What is this supposed to mean anyway!"
[Let me read it. Let's see…. It's a bill for the damages, blah, blah, blah, It wants your contact information and… threating of a LAW SUIT!?]
{What the hell?!}
Deadpool angrily marched to the desk. "I do not agree to your complaints!"
"Excuse me!?"
"You're making this sh*t up! I never did any of this!"
"Look, mister, security cameras caught you driving through the door and if you want I'll be happy to call the police!"
"What ever happened to the customer is always right?"
"This is a hospital! Not a restaurant!" Heather's doctor came through the automated doors holding a clipboard in his hand.
He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." Deadpool turned around.
"Oh, Doc! Thank goodness it's you! Is Heather going to be ok? Can I see her? Can you fire this bitch of a receptionists?"
{Through a cannon!}
"How about you come with me. We need to talk."
[Uh-oh..]
{This can't be good.}
The doctor led Deadpool back through the automatic opening doors. "I'm sorry I never introduced myself to you earlier. I am Dr. Jones."
"I'm Wade Wilson."
"Nice to meet you." Dr. J offered to shake hands with Deadpool. DP quickly shook hands with him.
"Give it to me strait, Doc. Is Heather going to be alright?" Dr. J frowned.
"I'm not sure. We discovered that she has been exposed the poison for about ten hours. The good news is that she didn't ingest much and I believe that is what kept her alive for so long. Her heart and lungs are fine. Plus we were able to fathom that the poison she was poisoned with was strychnine."
{Great… When there's good news, there's always bad news.}
"And what's the bad news?" Deadpool asked, not really wanting an answer.
"The bad news is that she also ingested a second unknown toxin and if we can't identify it we don't know if she will fully recover. Maybe if she was brought here earlier, we could have done more-"
"I thought you said was fine!" Deadpool shouted.
"Mr. Wilson, please calm yourself. She isn't dead. And if she can survive the other fourteen hours after her poisoning she will be fine."
"Oh." Deadpool said, this time more calm. "So, can I see her?"
"Um. Sure. But I should inform you that we have to keep her in a quiet and darkened room, because loud noises may cause very painful convulsions. So, you can't be loud and your visit will have to be brief."
"Ok?"
{I still don't understand why it had to be a darkened room.}
[Because dim light is calming. And she needs to be as calm as possible.]
{Oh.}
Dr. Jones escorted Deadpool to Heather's new room. "She's conscious but barely. Oh and please remember to BE quiet."
"Sure doc!" Deadpool hurriedly walked into the room and the doctor closed the door behind him. It was quiet. Even the heart monitor was quiet.
[You probably should put your phone on vibrate.]
{OOH YEAH! Good idea!}
Deadpool shushed his boxes before putting his phone on vibrate. He tip-toed to Heather's bed. "Heather?" He whispered. She looked at him and half smiled. "Hi." He gently grabbed her hand. "Don't worry. You're going to be fine." He smiled under his mask. She smiled back at him.
"Thanks." She quietly said.
"For what?"
"For everything."
"How are you feeling?"
"Better."
"That's good. You should get some rest. The sooner you get out, the sooner you'll get your present." Heather's eyes lit up with excitement.
"You got me a present?"
Deadpool nodded his head. "Yeah."
"What is it?"
"You'll have to wait and find out. It's a surprise."
"Oh, come on. Tell me."
"Nope. If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise."
"Can I guess?"
"Sure, but you'll never guess it. I'll give you three chances."
"Ok. Is it a car?"
"Nope."
"Hmmm, is it a puppy?"
"No. Last guess."
"Darn! Is it a shopping spree?"
"Not at all. Well you're out of guesses."
"Ah man! Can you tell me, now?"
"Nope. You'll have to wait and see."
"Fine." She whined. Dr. Jones opened the door and gestured for Deadpool to leave the room.
"I got to go, babe. I'll talk to you soon."
"Okay." He kissed Heather on her forehead and walked out the room.
"What's up, Doc?"
"I was monitoring her vitals. While you were in there."
"Annnnnd?"
"She seems to be gradually getting better."
"That's awesome! So when will she be getting out?"
"I'm going to keep her here for a week. Just to make sure she'll be fine. I still don't know what that other drug was I want to make sure it won't hurt her anymore."
"Ok."
"Did you guys come from a costume party or somthin'?"
"Huh?"
"You're in a costume. She was dressed up. So, I was wondering if you guys were at a party."
"Oh! Um, Yeah! We were at a party!"
"Did you see anyone put anything in her food or drink?"
"Um, no. Light bulb! I know someone who probably would have!"
"Who?"
"I'll be back!" Deadpool sprinted to his truck and drove away from the hospital.
{Where are we going?}
"To Lilly's house. She's a witness!"
{She is?}
[Yeah. She was the one with Heather at the party.]
{Oh yeah!}
Rose: That's the end of chapter 8, is it?
Deadpool: Yep. *eats a cupcake*
Rose: Hey! Those are mine!
Deadpool: If you want them so badly then wait ten minutes.
Rose: Ew! That is so wrong on so many levels! *punches Deadpool in the gut*
Deadpool: OW! *holds his stomach* You could teach Bob how to punch.
{He-he! You just got beat up by a girl!}
Rose: Well, anyway, thanks for reading and we see you in the next one!
