The Hand of Fate
CHAPTER TWO
Aimee stood, scared stiff. She was too frightened to move. Like Shane herself, Aimee too was afraid of those needles, but for an entirely different reason.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. All of the liquid surrounding Aimee was quickly being drawn up the hollow needle and into the syringe.
Realizing what was going on, Aimee grabbed her backpack and began to run away from the needle. Unfortunately, she was already caught in the undertow and was being pulled away.
There was only one thing Aimee could do: cry for help. "Help!" she screamed. "Help me! Someone! Anyone! HELP ME!"
Too late; the needle had captured Aimee and pulled her into the syringe.
Shane could hardly watch as Dr. Morrison drew her own blood into the syringe. It was WAY creepy when a substance was taken from her body by the same tool used to inject medicine into her body.
Until now, Frank hadn't seen the syringe. When he casually looked over Shane's shoulder, he saw it and immediately fainted.
Aimee soon entered the main body of the syringe. She looked out the transparent body and saw her. It was Shane, the wonderful, beautiful being she had come to adore. She had never seen anyone so lovely in her life.
The young cell looked around and noticed Frank, Shane's father. He was. well, there was certainly something about him. What it was exactly is an entirely different matter.
The tube began to move; it was being taken out of the room, away from Shane! Aimee pounded on the walls of the syringe, but her attempts were futile. There was no way that she was getting out of her prison now.
A few minutes later, Frank awoke again. He noticed Dr. Morrison and Shane staring at him, so he quickly stood. "How are you, honey?" he asked his daughter.
Shane sighed in relief. "I'm fine now." She replied. Dr. Morrison quickly scanned the medical papers in his file folder. "Frank, if I'm not mistaken," he said, "I believe that you are overdue for a shot yourself." Frank swallowed hard. A fear of needles runs in the Detorri family line, you see.
"Don't worry, Dad," Shane encouraged him. "You'll hardly feel a thing."
Frank nodded. He was still afraid, but he was glad that his daughter was right behind him.
Aimee sat on the edge of an empty syringe. She had just escaped near-death by microscope slide. However, she was still very upset that she would never get to see Shane again.
Suddenly, the syringe was lifted up and medicine was being poured in. Someone was getting a shot, and whether Aimee knew it or not, it was an answer to her prayers.
After the syringe was prepared, it was brought back into a very familiar room. Then, Aimee noticed her: Shane! Perhaps she would get to see her after all!
However, the syringe kept moving- not in Shane's direction, but Frank's! He must be the one getting the shot!
Aimee sighed. It was better than never seeing Shane again. Besides, there had to be a few cells in Frank that would help her out. After all, she was from Frank's own daughter!
Frank did not dare look at the long needle being injected into his body. He didn't want to faint again, like he did when Shane had her blood sample taken.
Shane held her father's hand. "It's okay, Dad," she re-encouraged him. "It'll be over in a few seconds."
Ozzie and Drix drove through a few unlisted arteries; they didn't want to look too conspicuous for the kidnapper. As well-prepared as they were, they couldn't be too careful.
Drix looked out the side of the window. He noticed a long, shiny tube descending into Frank's artery. "Jones?" he asked, tapping Ozzie on the shoulder.
"Yeah, Drix?" Ozzie replied. "What is it?"
The cold pill pointed to the tube. "Would you mind telling me what that is?" he asked.
The white blood cell shrugged. "It's probably just another shot," he explained. "Nothing big."
"Perhaps we should investigate?" Drix inquired.
"If you really want to," Ozzie said. "It's probably nothing, but we might as well, since we're going in that direction anyway."
They drove for a minute or two before getting to the spot where the shot had been aimed. There wasn't anything unusual- just more medical cells being escorted to the lymph nodes for investigation.
Ozzie turned to his partner. "See?" he said. "Nothing to worry about; just another shot."
Then, Drix noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There was a small blood cell. She couldn't have been more than twelve cell-years old. She also looked pretty distressed.
"What?" Ozzie asked. "What do you see?"
"It's a young blood cell," Drix explained. "She seems uneasy; perhaps she's lost."
Shaking his head, Ozzie pulled over. He had sympathy for younger blood cells; he'd kick himself later if he didn't do anything now. Besides, Drix felt the same way.
Ozzie and Drix walked over to the young blood cell. "Excuse me," Ozzie said, trying to get the cell's attention. "Hey, are you lost?"
The young blood cell bit her lip and nodded. "I'm actually quite new here," she explained. "I don't know anyone here."
"Wait," Drix halted her, confused. "You're not from the City of Frank?"
The cell nodded her head. "It's a long story," she said. "It would take me too long to explain it."
Ozzie sighed and shook his head. "Okay, maybe you ought to come with us," he replied. "You can tell us how you got here."
The cell shuffled her feet. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "My mother doesn't want me near strangers."
"You don't have to worry," Ozzie reassured her, showing the cell his badge. "Osmosis Jones- Frank Police Department. You can call me Ozzie."
"Hello, Ozzie," the young cell replied. "I'm Aimee Adrenaline." She then looked over to Ozzie's cold pill partner. "And who may you be, sir?"
"This is Drix," Ozzie introduced his friend to Aimee. "We're close friends and partners."
"It certainly is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Aimee." Drix greeted the cell, holding out his hand for a handshake.
Aimee gladly accepted Drix's show of kindness. "It's nice to meet you too, Drix." She greeted him, shaking hands with him.
Ozzie showed Aimee the car. "You'll have to squeeze in the back seat," he explained. "Drix kinda takes up space."
Aimee slid inside Ozzie's car. "I don't mind," she said. "I've been in tighter spots before."
Thus, a bond was tied between them. Unspoken gratitude was shared before they took off and headed into Frank's arm.
CHAPTER TWO
Aimee stood, scared stiff. She was too frightened to move. Like Shane herself, Aimee too was afraid of those needles, but for an entirely different reason.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. All of the liquid surrounding Aimee was quickly being drawn up the hollow needle and into the syringe.
Realizing what was going on, Aimee grabbed her backpack and began to run away from the needle. Unfortunately, she was already caught in the undertow and was being pulled away.
There was only one thing Aimee could do: cry for help. "Help!" she screamed. "Help me! Someone! Anyone! HELP ME!"
Too late; the needle had captured Aimee and pulled her into the syringe.
Shane could hardly watch as Dr. Morrison drew her own blood into the syringe. It was WAY creepy when a substance was taken from her body by the same tool used to inject medicine into her body.
Until now, Frank hadn't seen the syringe. When he casually looked over Shane's shoulder, he saw it and immediately fainted.
Aimee soon entered the main body of the syringe. She looked out the transparent body and saw her. It was Shane, the wonderful, beautiful being she had come to adore. She had never seen anyone so lovely in her life.
The young cell looked around and noticed Frank, Shane's father. He was. well, there was certainly something about him. What it was exactly is an entirely different matter.
The tube began to move; it was being taken out of the room, away from Shane! Aimee pounded on the walls of the syringe, but her attempts were futile. There was no way that she was getting out of her prison now.
A few minutes later, Frank awoke again. He noticed Dr. Morrison and Shane staring at him, so he quickly stood. "How are you, honey?" he asked his daughter.
Shane sighed in relief. "I'm fine now." She replied. Dr. Morrison quickly scanned the medical papers in his file folder. "Frank, if I'm not mistaken," he said, "I believe that you are overdue for a shot yourself." Frank swallowed hard. A fear of needles runs in the Detorri family line, you see.
"Don't worry, Dad," Shane encouraged him. "You'll hardly feel a thing."
Frank nodded. He was still afraid, but he was glad that his daughter was right behind him.
Aimee sat on the edge of an empty syringe. She had just escaped near-death by microscope slide. However, she was still very upset that she would never get to see Shane again.
Suddenly, the syringe was lifted up and medicine was being poured in. Someone was getting a shot, and whether Aimee knew it or not, it was an answer to her prayers.
After the syringe was prepared, it was brought back into a very familiar room. Then, Aimee noticed her: Shane! Perhaps she would get to see her after all!
However, the syringe kept moving- not in Shane's direction, but Frank's! He must be the one getting the shot!
Aimee sighed. It was better than never seeing Shane again. Besides, there had to be a few cells in Frank that would help her out. After all, she was from Frank's own daughter!
Frank did not dare look at the long needle being injected into his body. He didn't want to faint again, like he did when Shane had her blood sample taken.
Shane held her father's hand. "It's okay, Dad," she re-encouraged him. "It'll be over in a few seconds."
Ozzie and Drix drove through a few unlisted arteries; they didn't want to look too conspicuous for the kidnapper. As well-prepared as they were, they couldn't be too careful.
Drix looked out the side of the window. He noticed a long, shiny tube descending into Frank's artery. "Jones?" he asked, tapping Ozzie on the shoulder.
"Yeah, Drix?" Ozzie replied. "What is it?"
The cold pill pointed to the tube. "Would you mind telling me what that is?" he asked.
The white blood cell shrugged. "It's probably just another shot," he explained. "Nothing big."
"Perhaps we should investigate?" Drix inquired.
"If you really want to," Ozzie said. "It's probably nothing, but we might as well, since we're going in that direction anyway."
They drove for a minute or two before getting to the spot where the shot had been aimed. There wasn't anything unusual- just more medical cells being escorted to the lymph nodes for investigation.
Ozzie turned to his partner. "See?" he said. "Nothing to worry about; just another shot."
Then, Drix noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There was a small blood cell. She couldn't have been more than twelve cell-years old. She also looked pretty distressed.
"What?" Ozzie asked. "What do you see?"
"It's a young blood cell," Drix explained. "She seems uneasy; perhaps she's lost."
Shaking his head, Ozzie pulled over. He had sympathy for younger blood cells; he'd kick himself later if he didn't do anything now. Besides, Drix felt the same way.
Ozzie and Drix walked over to the young blood cell. "Excuse me," Ozzie said, trying to get the cell's attention. "Hey, are you lost?"
The young blood cell bit her lip and nodded. "I'm actually quite new here," she explained. "I don't know anyone here."
"Wait," Drix halted her, confused. "You're not from the City of Frank?"
The cell nodded her head. "It's a long story," she said. "It would take me too long to explain it."
Ozzie sighed and shook his head. "Okay, maybe you ought to come with us," he replied. "You can tell us how you got here."
The cell shuffled her feet. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "My mother doesn't want me near strangers."
"You don't have to worry," Ozzie reassured her, showing the cell his badge. "Osmosis Jones- Frank Police Department. You can call me Ozzie."
"Hello, Ozzie," the young cell replied. "I'm Aimee Adrenaline." She then looked over to Ozzie's cold pill partner. "And who may you be, sir?"
"This is Drix," Ozzie introduced his friend to Aimee. "We're close friends and partners."
"It certainly is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Aimee." Drix greeted the cell, holding out his hand for a handshake.
Aimee gladly accepted Drix's show of kindness. "It's nice to meet you too, Drix." She greeted him, shaking hands with him.
Ozzie showed Aimee the car. "You'll have to squeeze in the back seat," he explained. "Drix kinda takes up space."
Aimee slid inside Ozzie's car. "I don't mind," she said. "I've been in tighter spots before."
Thus, a bond was tied between them. Unspoken gratitude was shared before they took off and headed into Frank's arm.