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Hospital Awakening
Eddy's POV.
"Oh, my achin'... Everything…"
I opened my eyes and saw myself in a familiar white room. How'd I get back in the guest room at Double Dee's house? At least I think it's Double Dee's house, it certainly has his brand of OCD to the place. Not to mention the excessive use of sticky notes. In the corner of my eye, I noticed someone else who was badly injured and offered a friendly smile and wave with what I feel is my good arm.
"Oh, hiya Mister Patient Guy!"
But that's when I screamed as I realized that I was looking directly in a mirror. Not at another person.
"You're not some sick guy!" I exclaimed as I struggled into a wheelchair and got closer. "You're me!"
Reflexively, I closed my eye, since my other eye is covered by a cotton patch, and rubbed it out of disbelief. I can't believe what I'm seeing! I'm bandaged up in many different places with one of my arms in a sling, and my skin is bleached white with my hair gaining a greenish tint like the Joker's!
After a minute of staring I gave a light chuckle. This is obviously a bad dream and I just need to wake up! Old Danny really knows how to spice up an episode with a little bit of dark humor.
"Okay, you got me good. You can wake me up now, Mister Cartoon Director."
But nothing happened. Nothing to signify that I was waking up from a dream. Guess they didn't hear me.
"Hey! Antonucci! Wake me up!"
...Still nothing.
"Wake me up, and I'll give ya a shiny quarter… what the?"
I felt something made of glass in my pocket and pulled out a jar. How'd that get in there?
"This ain't my wallet…" I said as I read the label before dropping the jar. "PRUNES?! But that's old people food!"
I promptly threw the jar into the nearest garbage can and started wheeling myself to the door. None of this makes any sense! Why can't I remember anything after Ed and Double Dee snapped me out of my scam withdrawal of craziness? I need answers, and I need them now!
"I gotta get outta here!"
Opening the door, I was shocked to find Ed and Double Dee standing in the doorway. Both of them looked about as bad as me, if not worse!
"Why hello, Eddy! We've come in hopes of a third for Cribbage!" Double Dee said as he held up a cribbage board.
"Cribbage give me gas!" Ed said stupidly.
Naturally, I screamed at the physical and mental states of my two dear friends, not that I'll call them that to their faces. This is all just too much to take in! I mean, we're in the hospital with serious injuries and they want to play a game as stupid as cribbage? Pardon my language folks, but…
WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?!
"This can't be happening!"
Using the walker that the hospital had obviously provided for him, Ed hobbled to me. He must be gassier than usual, because he was farting with every step. When he reached me he set aside the walker and put his good arm around my shoulders.
"Loss of control is the first thing to go, Eddy." he said.
But I just ignored him as I wheeled up to Double Dee, who was also confined to a wheelchair.
"What happened to us, Double Dee?" I asked frantically as I grabbed him by his bandages. "We look like a bunch of mummies!"
I didn't hold on for too long so his wounds wouldn't reopen, but strangely enough, Double Dee doesn't seem to be all that bothered by what was going on. He just held a deck of cards out to me.
"Calm down, Eddy! I'll let you shuffle."
"I HATE CRIBBAGE!" I all but shouted as I swatted the cards out of Double Dee's hand. "I don't even know how or why I'm in the hospital in the first place!"
Double Dee just made a noise like 'tsk, tsk, tsk' as he shook his head good-naturedly. It's like he knows something I don't.
"Don't remember? Oh, you must've been hit worse than any of us, Eddy." Double Dee said while Ed pulled a corn cob out of his ear. "Why, the three of us have been in the hospital for about a week now. Ever since the Joker and his minions attacked the cul-de-sac."
My jaw dropped as Double Dee's words registered right away. Though I really didn't want to believe them.
"The cul-de-sac… destroyed? The Joker? A whole week?"
Just what in the world is going on?
***To Be Continued…***
I'm sorry that this chapter is so much shorter than the previous one, but I'm afraid I have some bad news for you all. My laptop computer is now officially dead. Which means I have to work on the chapters from my phone, which is hard enough to do. However, I am working to get myself a brand new computer that I can use to work on my stories. Until then, however, I wont be able to update my stories as often as I would like.
Once again, I am sincerely sorry about that. I hope that this chapter, at least, tides you over for a little while.
