Ch. 11

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"Ac-"

"WHAT?" I yelled at Buttercup. She had been yelling at me, attempting to get me to slow down so she could talk to me. I glared at Buttercup, waiting for her responce.

She gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes as she handed me a plastic bag. "Here, take this." Judging by her tone of voice, she I could tell she really wanted to add something along the lines of: "You jackass." to the end of her sentence.

I reached in, and could feel the farmilair texture of cash. I my exprission towards her softened, although, I'm not sure if it was from me feeling thankful for her trying to help me, or from disbeilf from her trying to help me.

"Buttacup, why are you givin' this ta me?" I questioned her. A powerpuff girl would never hand a villain over what ever the amount of cash, epically if the powerpuff girl was Buttercup and the villain was me. It didn't make any sense.

"It's the difference for Snake's surgery. There's around ten thousand in there, cause we didn't know the exact amount you guys needed." She said as if it was obvious. I thought for a moment, deciding how to respond.

"What's the catch, 'Cuppa?" I asked. Growing up on the streets, if it was one thing I learned, is was that nothing in life is ever free. Everything comes with it's own expenses.

She laughed at my remark. "There's no catch, nimrod-"

"You mean this is- I have- Snake's gonna live?" I said all at once."Oh God! Thanks Buttacup."

"Ya whatever." She shrugged, not looking down at the ground. Though she wasn't looking at me, I noticed a small smile on her face. Probably from that warm and fuzzy feeling you get inside of you when you help someone. Not that I would know. "But like the flowers and the card, I'm just the dileverly person. It's really from everyone on our side."

"You convinced all the goody-two shoes of the town ta donate money ta a good- for nothin' criminal?" I said with an eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Didn't take much. We goody-two shoes tend to love helping out charity cases. A homeless teen in ISU is a perfect charity case." I opened my my mouth to ask her "Still helping a villain?", but she interpeted my words and added "dispite his villainess background." to her statment.

I still looked at her in slight disbeilf

"Blossom says It's the right thing to do. She orchrastrates the whole thing. you believe that some people help others out just to be nice, and your not Trust me, if it was up to me I would be a little hesitant to help our worst enemies." She sneered. I almost laughed at her comment, that was the Buttercup I knew.

"Buttacup, this doesn't change anything between us." She blushed and widened her eyes, obviously embarrassed at my comment. "I still hate you and you still hate me, and life goes on." I continued to say. She nodded, and nervously put on a "Why would you even think that" face, before she dissapered in a flash of green light.

I smugly walked back into the hospital.

"Here ya go, doc." I handed him the bag Buttercup gave me. He looked at the cash, examining it as if I was showing him pictures of a unicorn or some other mythical creature.

"Where did you get this in five minutes?"

"Wasit ta you?" I sharply said, crossing my arms. The doctor looked at me like he was trying to figure out what I had done to get the money. I didn't bother telling him, as he walked over to the nurse and told her something, followed by her paging someone, then giving the doctor a head nod. He walked back over to me and put on an obviously fake smile.

"Mr. Ingleberry's surgery will take place in a few minutes. Please stay here in the waiting room until the surgery is complete. We will inform you when it's done, or if we need you." He said as if it was a rehearsed thing to say to all the family or friends of the people who were about to have surgery done, which it probably was.

He walked through the doors that led to the main part of the hospital, and I noticed a phone on the wall. I fished through my vest pocket, luckily finding a quater and called up the operator, who connected me to public phone booth 251. I prayed for at least one person to be outside to hear our phone ring, and was reviled when I was given a "Hello?", in the form of a rassberry.

"Grubba, go get Big Billy and Lil' Arturo, and get down here." Grubber blew a rassberry in understandment, and I hung up the phone and took a seat in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. I opened up one of the ancient magazines and pretended to read the articles, but far too exited that we almost had Snake back.

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