Part 4
By: Kovacsgirl
Whoa! Hold it! Okay. So, I got to Chicago a tiny, itty, Bitty bit late, so sue me. I was very busy in Russia, working on foreign correspondence for Chico DeMille Inc., my company. Stupid Horatu_13 decided to take a *minibreak* as Bridget Jones would say. But that's beside the point.
I'm Kovacsgirl, a new addition to TERF. Not much to say about me, so I'll skip that boring stuff. Now, back to our story.
So I'm totally lost, looking for the hospital, which is really weird, 'cause I live in Chicago. Maybe it was dissecting cats before this all began. So, when I finally FOUND the hospital, I was shocked right out of my boots by the "COOK COUNTY GENERAL GAY BAR" sign. This was strange. So I walked in. "Sex Bomb," by Tom Jones was playing. That reminded me of Cherry Coke Thief's Evgeny Plushenko obsession, and that was freaky.
"Tori? Jade14? IloveMalucci? Anyone?!!" I yelped, glancing around. It looked like a poorly done WW2 movie, and was very scary. As if I wasn't freaked out enough, I caught Erik Palladino and Noah Wyle break dancing in trauma two.
"Oh, I found you!" IloveMalucci announced, running up to me.
"Where is everyone else?" We chorused at the same time.
"Got me," she said. "Where have you been?"
"Russia, looooong story," I said.
"SEX BOMB, SEX BOMB. BABY, YOU CAN TURN ME ON!"
"Join us!" Romano shouted over the music, grabbing our wrists and pulling us into the first exam room. He was wearing tight leather pants and shirt.
"We're in so much trouble!" I screamed, when I saw what was in the exam room.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!
