Wow, I come back with five new reviews, thank you guys:D It turns up, I was mainly run down because of lack of sleep, but I still don't feel 100 percent, so I have to work on getting myself level headed. And Julie, I try not to grind myself into the ground. Work doesn't show any sympathy at all sometimes though. Yesterday I was lucky enough to go home an hour early just so I could get a little extra rest.
Anyhoo, here is Chapter 10. There's a good chance that I will upload Chapter 11, because the two are linked together. I'm sure everyone wants to know what happened to our three in question from a medical standpoint. I will release that chapter sometime later on this afternoon, for those who want to stick around. In the meantime though, keep me busy with reviews:D
Alright, enough gabbing. Cheers, enjoy the nextchapter. (I'm running out of beer! D: )
-Narf
(PS- Go Dave!)
---------------------Chapter 10: The Waiting Room-------------------
It seemed to everyone that the drive to the hospital took forever, but in all reality, it was only a fifteen minute drive. And they didn't hit a single red light, which worked out in their favor.
Dave leapt out and ran around to Theodore, undoing his seat belt and gently cradling Theodore into his arms and shutting the door with his hip. "Alvin, will you be able to look after Brittany?" he asked hurriedly. He wanted to run into the hospital, but he didn't want to leave anyone behind, and he wanted to remain as calm as he could when talking to the medical staff.
"Uh... I guess." Alvin said, taking Brittany by the hand gently and helped her out of the car.
Simon slid out of the car and woke Fritzie up, then helped her out of the car. "You can lean on me if you need it," he said quietly, "we're at the hospital."
Fritzie nodded then firmly grabbed hold of Simon's shoulder. "Gladly, thank you. But shouldn't I be going to a vet?"
"You are more like us than a normal dog, so its better that you come here than a vet. A vet wouldn't know how to handle you, not to be offensive. Doctor Harris is a great man, I'm sure he would be able to help you out the best." Simon said reassuringly as everyone started for the entrance to the health clinic. 'Hollywood Hills Health Department' read the sign, so it meant that they were going to something a little more small scale than just a hospital. That was somewhat of a relief.
As fast as possible, Dave herded everyone into the clinic, and made his way to the receptionist nurse. An all too familiar face was sitting at the desk when Dave approached.
Ms. Nora Furlington. Wonderful. The middle aged nurse's nature was almost as cold as ice, and often, they would have to wait longer than they needed to. Theodore sighed loudly. It was absolutely empty inside the waiting room, which relieved some of the tension.
"Excuse me." Dave said briskly. The hapless nurse looked up unenthusiastically.
Alvin turned and faced Fritzie, and directed a whisper at her. "This is exactly why I'm afraid of here. That nurse gives me the creeps!"
Fritzie giggled weakly, then got a good look of the nurse in front of her. She didn't like the look of this.
"My son was nearly involved with a hit and run, his friend managed to get him out of the road in enough time... but neither of them are in good shape," he said almost loudly in a panic, "and I think one of the other children are in shock!"
Fritzie did a pretty good job of keeping her composure though much of this, but hearing Dave say 'his friend' made her finally start crying about it. From nobody to friend in less than an hour... wow. Nothing could mean more to her than whole world at that moment, and stopped hiding it.
The nurse yawned. "Please, take a seat. The doctor will be with you as soon as he can," she drawled out in an obvious bored and sleepy tone. As the party began to sit down, she fumbled around for a clipboard and walked around the counter. Before she could hand Dave the forms though, she took sight on Fritzie and gave Fritzie a dirty look.
Fritzie took notice to the look, and immediately got a hold of herself. The dirty look was one of those countless looks that she got on an everyday basis, and the familiarity of it all make her so angry. Of all places, why here? Ignoring her dizziness, she balled one of her paws into a fist and began showing the nurse her teeth.
"Listen here, sweetheart. I know exactly what you are thinking, so don't even freaking think about saying it." She said coldly, then softened up as the lightheaded feeling finally overtook her. She threw her paw in her eyes. "Just find someone who has a clue to what they're doing... please."
Simon smiled at Fritzie's reaction. None of them had the courage to tell the nurse off, but Fritzie was, well, something different.
The nurse, on the other hand, rolled her eyes and passed Dave the clipboard with the form on it. She wasn't paid enough to deal with talking animals that should have gone to a vet. After a small glare at Fritzie, she turned her attention to Dave. If her profession wasn't at risk, she would make the vet thought a vocal thought.
"While you're waiting, please fill out this form. The doctor will be with you as soon as he can. There is currently a wait for up to a half an hour." she said boredly.
Dave took another good look around the waiting room. He narrowed his eyes, slightly agitated by the 'half hour wait' bit. "Half an hour!? One of my sons potentially has a broken leg! And there is nobody in the waiting room!" he said with a growl. Fritzie also growled at the second dirty look she received. If she wasn't in bad shape, she would have also given her a piece of her mind.
"It's just standard procedu-"
"Standard procedure or not, I am not in the mood or even fair game for waiting any longer than I have to this time, Ms. Furlington. The waiting room is empty, this is an emergency, if you don't get me the doctor as soon as possible, I will make sure that you lose your job." Dave growled irritably, looking the nurse square in the eye. The nurse backed up intimidatingly. The boys looked at Dave in surprise.
"T-take a seat, sir. I will get the doctor out as fast as I can, but you still need to fill out the form first," the nurse said, slightly in fear. Dave sighed, and began filling out the form.
Simon shook his head. "I'm sorry your week stay with us hasn't gotten off to a smooth start. It's not always like this, usually it's Alvin's fault."
Alvin let out a menacing growl at Simon. "Can't you leave the blaming crap for some other time!"
Simon sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood a little."
Dave, on the other hand, wasn't as forgiving. "Al-vin! What have I told you countless times about using that kind of language? And Simon, stop harassing your brother! This is neither the time, nor the place, and I'm disappointed at both of you." he said sternly, filling out the form. Since he didn't want to take Theodore out of his lap, he used Theodore's stomach as a place to rest the clipboard, and every time he wrote on it Theodore giggled slightly in agony. He was very ticklish.
"Sorry, Dave." Simon said glumly. He felt ashamed for his little comment, and hung his head slightly. Fritzie rubbed her head a little bit. The dizziness feeling was finally starting to fade a little bit.
"Sorry, Dave..." Alvin said, beginning to protest. Dave gritted his teeth. "...it's just really stressful. I can't help it if things slip."
Alvin then walked over towards the lobby's vending machine. He flashed a proud look at Simon, considering that he got yelled at too.
Simon flashed a glare at Alvin. Alvin then put in a few dollars and began punching in a few numbers, and came back with four bags of chips of assorted types. He put a bag of Fritos in his pocket, and passed Simon a bag of Barbecue Chips. Simon lessened his glare a bit, and grunted a thanks.
Alvin then offered Fritzie one of the two bags of Cheetos, but Fritzie pushed the bag away. She wasn't particularly hungry right now. He shrugged, then handed Theodore the bag instead. Theodore took it happily, but put it in his pocket instead. He wasn't hungry at that particular moment either.
With one bag of chips left, he offered it to Dave. Dave looked up from filling out the clipboard and smiled a little bit.
"No thank you, Alvin. Just hold onto them for now, you might want them later. I appreciate the thought of it though." he grunted, then resumed finishing up the form.
Alvin shrugged, and shoved the bag in his pocket. He then sat down right next to Fritzie and twiddled his thumbs.
"Hey," he said quietly to Fritzie. Fritzie looked up. "Are you feeling any better? I'm sorry I haven't said much to you, it's really not like me."
Fritzie hugged him. "I'm feeling a little better, thanks. And appology accepted, from before too. Seeing in color is a wonderful gift, even if it was a painful to get." She whispered. Alvin blushed.
"You're not mad at me about that?" Alvin whispered back. Fritzie shook her head.
"You were in the process of apologizing to me when I fell, I can't stay mad at you for that." she whispered shyly. Dave didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. "He will never know about the real reason for the second concussion. I did fall over my own feet, after all."
Alvin smiled. A flashback came back to him.
"That's impossible!" Alvin yelled out across the driveway. "Dave wouldn't let a girl visit us for a week!"
'That was real stupid of me.' Alvin thought to himself. 'Here I am, with a girl dog, mind me, and she is turning out to be the best choice Dave could have ever picked. I wonder if she likes pulling pranks.'
Once Dave finished filling out the form, not a moment too soon, Ms. Furlington began to come over. Theodore sighed in relief, it took less than ten minutes this time. Fritzie giggled a little bit.
"Hehe, I take it you don't like her either?" Fritzie said quietly. Theodore rolled his head back so he could see her. He shyly shook his head no. Fritzie grinned. "I think I understand why."
"You and your entourage may go in now, Mr. Seville." she said, with a little more energy. It sounded forced, but it was better than the bored tone she was giving them.
'Finally!' Dave thought to himself as she took the clipboard and got up with Theodore still in his lap. He yipped out in pain when Dave got up, but Theodore grinned painfully and stared into Dave's eyes.
"Sorry, I know you're trying your best." Theodore said shyly. Dave kissed his forehead.
"You're being extremely brave, Theodore. After we are finished here, I'll take you all out to eat tonight, your choice Theodore." Dave said with a smile. Theodore put his thumb in his mouth and began thinking about all of the possible choices for dinner.
"As for you," he started saying, looking sternly at Simon and Alvin, "Simon, Alvin, can I trust you boys to not get into trouble if you wait out here, or do I have to bring you two in with Theodore, Fritzie, and Brittany?"
"We'll be good, Dave." Simon replied. He mentally cringed at the look in Dave's eyes.
Alvin lightly kicked a paper ball on the floor. "Pssh, it's not like we can do much anyways."
"I mean it, Alvin. The day that you won't cause trouble over the smallest thing is the day I'd give my piano away." Dave said half-jokingly.
Fritzie got to her feet, and somewhat dizzily walked over to Dave, and grabbed one of his arms lightly. "I hope you don't mind me, uhm..." she said, looking around the room in a daze, "using you for leverage. I normally walk on two feet perfectly fine, but the second knock out did me in."
Dave gave Fritzie a good natured look. It was times like this where he wished he was born an octopus. Doing the best he could to hold onto Theodore to make sure he didn't get hurt more, and guiding Brittany with his semi-free arm in the right direction, it confounded him about the fact that he had another body to help guide. "Of course I don't mind Fritzie, if I had more arms I would carry you too."
Fritzie grinned. "You don't have to worry about carrying me, just letting me hold onto you is more than enough for me. Thank you though."
As Dave, Theodore, Brittany and Fritzie entered the door leading into the hallway of offices, Theodore then began thinking about what Dave said to Alvin before they went in.
"Would you really bet your piano like that?" Theodore asked naively, thinking a moment about it. "I don't think Alvin really has any fight in him to do anything wier-"
A clattering noise could he heard from the lobby, and Theodore sighed. Alvin peered through the door and grinned sheepishly, then proceeded to pick up the chair he knocked over.
"Of course, I could be wrong..." Theodore muttered. Fritzie giggled a little bit.
Dave stopped walking and shook his head. "I don't think I ever had anything to worry about, do you Theodore?" he said, trying real hard not to turn around and yell at Alvin. Theodore shook his head no.
Dave looked over his shoulder just in time to see Alvin's grin. "Sit back down and don't leave that chair again, Alvin." Once more, he shook his head, then headed for the second door on the left.
"Maybe I shouldn't sit on the edge of the chairs again... apparently, they aren't bolted into the floor like I thought they were." Alvin commented, trying hard not to resent Simon's laughing fit.
"Oh my god, Alvin, just look at the chairs! They are exactly like the chairs that we have in school!" Simon said in between laughs, much to the annoyance of Alvin and the Ms. Furlington. "Of course they aren't bolted down!"
"Kids..." Ms. Furlington muttered. Alvin spun around and stared coldly at her.
"What! We're ten, and you work at a health department, do you expect everyone to be robots?!" Alvin jeered out. Simon continued to laugh even more, falling onto the floor. He kind of hoped that Dave wouldn't come running back.
Ms. Furlington let out a glare back at Alvin. "Sit down, kid." she grumbled, then began to work on whatever she was doing on the computer.
Alvin sat down in the chair next to Simon and rolled his eyes. Simon rolled his eyes too.
"This is exactly why we have Doctor Harris come to us usually." Alvin grumbled. Simon rolled his eyes.
"No, you are exactly why, Alvin." Simon said as a matter of factly. Alvin glared at Simon briefly, then threw his hands to his chin and began waiting.
Stick around for the next chapter of "The Unlikely Hero." (Insert dramatic music here.)
