"So what's the plan? Are you planning to head back to Thailand or stay here in Gloomsville? We'll be more than happy with whatever you decide," wondered Ruby.
It had been a few months, and everything had gone wonderfully. Maybe a few little mishaps with Misery and Iris here and there, but nothing too major. I did want to go back to Thailand, but I really loved Gloomsville too. I was stuck.
"I really don't know at the moment, Ruby," I said after a moment of silence.
I was really getting used to the loud music coming from the garage, the bat and the ghost playing with each other, Skull Boy ranting on about how he thinks he's related to a long line of people he's currently trying to act like, and Iris falling and occasionally hurting herself. I had nothing much to do in Thailand, really. Just stand in an exhibit and look pretty. But every time when there was no one around, I'd go outside to dance in the forests. I was constantly on the lookout for people in case they noticed me, though. Plus, there is still the old kinnon that people can watch. He's exactly like me, after all, the only thing being that he's a male.
"I do need a little time to consider. But so far, I'm happy here. If it's okay, I'll stay a few more days so I can really try and figure out what to do. Because of Iris and Misery getting hurt so often, I haven't been able to think about that," I admitted.
"No problem," replied Ruby.
But what I didn't know was that the next day was Misery's birthday. This meant bad luck all day. And the luck getting progressively worse.
"Take all the time you need," insisted Poe.
"Thank you," I smiled.
The next day, I woke up to a thud, and a crash, followed by the sound of shattering glass. It was Misery!
"Oh no!" I cried, running out to her.
Misery was in the kitchen, sprawled out on the floor. She had a smear of blood on her hand, and it appeared that she had a piece of glass in her arm. Wait. A piece of glass?
"Don't move, Misery! I need to get that glass out of your arm," I warned her, and grabbed a pair of gloves.
With some difficulty, I finally managed to get the glass out, and grabbed a bandage from Ruby's first-aid kit.
"Are you alright?" I queried.
Misery looked up, her eyes tearful.
"It's my birthday, as you probably guessed. And I was hungry. I can't even walk two steps without something hurting me," she managed, her voice high with the sudden sadness that had overcome her.
"Oh. Misery. It's okay. I'll help you," I assured her, and with that, I lifted her up and put her in a chair.
I examined her cuts, and they luckily weren't too bad. So I put a few bandaids on them. I then cleared up the glass with a broom, running the vacuum cleaner through the room to clean up the shards.
"Is everyone alright?" queried Ruby just as I put the vacuum cleaner away.
"Misery fell and broke something," I explained.
"I was carrying a bowl to the table so I could get everything ready there instead of walking around the kitchen to get everything. But I fell and broke it," she sighed.
"What did you want?" asked Ruby.
"Cereal," she admitted, "it's the least I can eat without spontaneous combustion being a concern."
Ruby got the cereal, while I tended to Misery's legs. She'd somehow gotten scrapes on them too. But they were nothing too serious. I decided to rub some lotion on them just to be on the safe side.
"Misery? Why don't you just stay here today," I suggested.
"They're going to make me party and I can't party!" she exclaimed suddenly.
"Well, I'll take you to your room after breakfast and you can just stay there. I'll tend to you and give you whatever you need for the time being. You can't go anywhere if you're going to have things like that constantly happen to you," I sighed.
"At least someone understands," she grumbled to herself.
As soon as the cereal was ready, I offered to feed her, since I knew what was bound to happen if she touched it. But something else was in store for me. As soon as I gave her the first bite, she began choking. She had just swallowed when this choking started too.
"Misery, I've got this. It's okay," I assured her.
I moved the chair away from the table, and turned it so I could do the heimlich maneuver. I finally managed to dislodge the items blocking her trachea, and just in time. She was almost about to faint.
"There we go," I said as she caught her breath.
"Thanks," she sighed, and I headed over to the closet with the cleaning supplies to grab the mop.
"No problem," I smiled, sweeping up the little mess.
"I'm hungry. But how am I supposed to eat if that's going to happen?" she groaned.
"Maybe chew carefully," I suggested.
As soon as I put the mop away, I headed back over to the table. I pushed her in, and gave her another spoonful. She chewed carefully, and swallowed it with no problems!
"There you go!" I exclaimed.
"It's not over yet," she grumbled, but I just continued to feed her.
The more bad things happened to the gloom gang, the more troubled I became. I loved Thailand too. I was still trying to figure out what to do, but at this point I was in an even bigger jam.
"Until this is over, I'm unable to make a decision," I sighed to myself, staring down at the floor.