Okay, sorry about that short chapter. I went to sleep for 2 hours right
after that. I'm feeling quite alot better now. So, here we go!!!
All of the things listed in here are actual symptoms of pneumonia. I was never at the hospital for it, but I did have it last year. I missed 4 days of school, lol. So, yes. I did my research *Smiles proudly*
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Chapter 6 : Past Prediciments
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"Why are we going to my past?" Twister wondered as they walked over to the Pier.
"Because." Xander answered simpley, "Now let's go."
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"My house!" Twister exclaimed, running to it after they had landed again, "Wait, it is mine this time, right? I live here, right?"
"Yep, you live here." Xander said, as they walked up to his door and went through.
A younger version of Lars whizzed by them, singing, "Feliz Navidad" at the top of his lungs while attempting to catch a tinsel-covered puppy who was running from him.
Twister looked in confusion, "I had a puppy?"
Xander shook his head and sighed. Lars ran by them again, still trying to catch the dog. A 6 year old Twister walked in front of the dog, causing him to trip over himself, and Lars to crash into him.
"Get off me!" Lars shouted, pushing his brother off of him. The dog scampered away, leaving clumps of tinsel behind him.
"Boys, what are you up to now?" Sandy asked from the other room, coming out to see what the commotion was about.
Lars grabbed Twister in a hug, "Nothing madre. Just spreading Christmas cheer with my bebe' hermano." He grinned, exposing a smile with his front teeth missing.
Twister, the 10 year old one, laughed, "I know how Lars lost those teeth. He ran into my door."
Xander smiled.
Sandy, obviously content with his answer, went back into the living room to continue decorating. Lars got up, and resumed singing. He picked up some garland and some tape and began hanging it.
"Can I help?" Twister asked Lars.
Lars thought for a few seconds, "I guess. You can hand me the tape." He gave Twister the tape dispenser.
Twister looked at it, and when Lars turned around to get some tape, he discovered Twister had put pieces of tape all over himself.
"Aww, man!" Lars exclaimed, jumping down from the sink where he had been standing to hang the garland.
"Boys, are you having trouble out there?" Sandy asked.
"No madre!" Lars replied, yanking a piece of tape off of Twister's arm.
"Ouch!" Twister replied, rubbing his arm where the tape had been.
Lars groaned, 'Man, if mom finds out, I'm going to get in trouble!"
10 year old Twister grinned stupidly, "Mom heard me scream when he went to take off the piece that was on my eyebrow. It took 2 months for that spot to grow back. Lars got in big trouble for giving me tape, mom said I could have cut myself on the sharp end."
Xander smiled again, snapped his fingers, and they were in the Rodriguez's living room, 2 years later.
An 8 year old Twister was ripping wrapping paper off of his presents, and throwing it behind him.
"A camcorder!" Twister screeched, realizing what it was. He ran over to Lars and hugged him, "Thanks bro!"
"Yeah, yeah." Lars mumbled, but hugged his brother back.
10-year old Twister smiled again, and Xander did too, knowing his job would soon be done. He snapped his fingers again, and they were inside the Rocket's house.
Reggie and Otto were at their table, eating breakfast.
"So, what do you think of that new kid?" Reggie asked, stabbing her eggs with her fork.
"Maurice? He seems cool, he's good at skateboarding." Otto replied with a moutful of toast.
Reggie groaned, "Chew, swallow, and then talk Rocket boy."
Otto rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, he might be even better than you." Reggie teased, knowing that anyone daring to call someone else better than him at any sport waould set him off.
"Yeah right." Otto scoffed, shoving some bacon into his mouth, 'Like anyone could be better than me."
Twister rolled his eyes, Otto was never going to change.
Xander snapped his fingers again, and they were in the hospital. Twister looked around, puzzled.
"Why are we here?" He asked Xander.
"Don't you remember? 2 years ago, when you caught a bad case of pneumonia." Xander reminded him, as they walked down the halls until they got to Twister's room.
Reggie, Otto, and Sam were in the room. They were sitting in chairs beside the bed which Twister was in.
"Why's he shaking so much?" Otto asked, noticing Twister shuddering. His teeth were chattering too, and yet he was sweating profusely.
"It's a symptom, " Sam explained. They listened to Ray talking to a doctor outside of the door.
"I'm not his parent, but I am his guardian for this week. His parents are away on a buisness trip, and I am entitled to know what is wrong with him." Ray argued, his voice sounding threatning.
The doctor must have given up, because they heard him say, "He has a case Viral Pnuemonia, and a temperature of 102 degrees. It's a good thing you brought him here."
Twister looked at Xander, "Wow, I don't even remember that."
He watched Reggie and them talk to the other Twister, and then watched Lars go in. his face was riddled with worry. He stared at him for a bit, and then said,
"You better get better soon, bro. I've got a lot of whompin' to catch up on." he began to walk out of the room, and then turned around and said quietly, "Love you bro." And then left.
Twister looked phased for a few seconds, and then spoke up, "He really said that?"
Xander nodded, "C'mon, we've got a few more things to see."
All of the things listed in here are actual symptoms of pneumonia. I was never at the hospital for it, but I did have it last year. I missed 4 days of school, lol. So, yes. I did my research *Smiles proudly*
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Chapter 6 : Past Prediciments
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why are we going to my past?" Twister wondered as they walked over to the Pier.
"Because." Xander answered simpley, "Now let's go."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"My house!" Twister exclaimed, running to it after they had landed again, "Wait, it is mine this time, right? I live here, right?"
"Yep, you live here." Xander said, as they walked up to his door and went through.
A younger version of Lars whizzed by them, singing, "Feliz Navidad" at the top of his lungs while attempting to catch a tinsel-covered puppy who was running from him.
Twister looked in confusion, "I had a puppy?"
Xander shook his head and sighed. Lars ran by them again, still trying to catch the dog. A 6 year old Twister walked in front of the dog, causing him to trip over himself, and Lars to crash into him.
"Get off me!" Lars shouted, pushing his brother off of him. The dog scampered away, leaving clumps of tinsel behind him.
"Boys, what are you up to now?" Sandy asked from the other room, coming out to see what the commotion was about.
Lars grabbed Twister in a hug, "Nothing madre. Just spreading Christmas cheer with my bebe' hermano." He grinned, exposing a smile with his front teeth missing.
Twister, the 10 year old one, laughed, "I know how Lars lost those teeth. He ran into my door."
Xander smiled.
Sandy, obviously content with his answer, went back into the living room to continue decorating. Lars got up, and resumed singing. He picked up some garland and some tape and began hanging it.
"Can I help?" Twister asked Lars.
Lars thought for a few seconds, "I guess. You can hand me the tape." He gave Twister the tape dispenser.
Twister looked at it, and when Lars turned around to get some tape, he discovered Twister had put pieces of tape all over himself.
"Aww, man!" Lars exclaimed, jumping down from the sink where he had been standing to hang the garland.
"Boys, are you having trouble out there?" Sandy asked.
"No madre!" Lars replied, yanking a piece of tape off of Twister's arm.
"Ouch!" Twister replied, rubbing his arm where the tape had been.
Lars groaned, 'Man, if mom finds out, I'm going to get in trouble!"
10 year old Twister grinned stupidly, "Mom heard me scream when he went to take off the piece that was on my eyebrow. It took 2 months for that spot to grow back. Lars got in big trouble for giving me tape, mom said I could have cut myself on the sharp end."
Xander smiled again, snapped his fingers, and they were in the Rodriguez's living room, 2 years later.
An 8 year old Twister was ripping wrapping paper off of his presents, and throwing it behind him.
"A camcorder!" Twister screeched, realizing what it was. He ran over to Lars and hugged him, "Thanks bro!"
"Yeah, yeah." Lars mumbled, but hugged his brother back.
10-year old Twister smiled again, and Xander did too, knowing his job would soon be done. He snapped his fingers again, and they were inside the Rocket's house.
Reggie and Otto were at their table, eating breakfast.
"So, what do you think of that new kid?" Reggie asked, stabbing her eggs with her fork.
"Maurice? He seems cool, he's good at skateboarding." Otto replied with a moutful of toast.
Reggie groaned, "Chew, swallow, and then talk Rocket boy."
Otto rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, he might be even better than you." Reggie teased, knowing that anyone daring to call someone else better than him at any sport waould set him off.
"Yeah right." Otto scoffed, shoving some bacon into his mouth, 'Like anyone could be better than me."
Twister rolled his eyes, Otto was never going to change.
Xander snapped his fingers again, and they were in the hospital. Twister looked around, puzzled.
"Why are we here?" He asked Xander.
"Don't you remember? 2 years ago, when you caught a bad case of pneumonia." Xander reminded him, as they walked down the halls until they got to Twister's room.
Reggie, Otto, and Sam were in the room. They were sitting in chairs beside the bed which Twister was in.
"Why's he shaking so much?" Otto asked, noticing Twister shuddering. His teeth were chattering too, and yet he was sweating profusely.
"It's a symptom, " Sam explained. They listened to Ray talking to a doctor outside of the door.
"I'm not his parent, but I am his guardian for this week. His parents are away on a buisness trip, and I am entitled to know what is wrong with him." Ray argued, his voice sounding threatning.
The doctor must have given up, because they heard him say, "He has a case Viral Pnuemonia, and a temperature of 102 degrees. It's a good thing you brought him here."
Twister looked at Xander, "Wow, I don't even remember that."
He watched Reggie and them talk to the other Twister, and then watched Lars go in. his face was riddled with worry. He stared at him for a bit, and then said,
"You better get better soon, bro. I've got a lot of whompin' to catch up on." he began to walk out of the room, and then turned around and said quietly, "Love you bro." And then left.
Twister looked phased for a few seconds, and then spoke up, "He really said that?"
Xander nodded, "C'mon, we've got a few more things to see."