Chapter 2:
Take two of these and see me in the morning.
Lupin hesitantly walked into the doctor's office. Dr. Rocuerto wore an annoyingly endless smile, which made Lupin uneasy.
"Maybe if you're good, the doctor will give you a Lollipop." Fujiko smirked, and waved goodbye. Lupin shot her a dirty look.
Lupin sat on the examination table, which was covered in mold. There were charts of every conceivable anatomical part of the human body. There was a scale model of the muscular structure of the human head (which looked awfully real, and made Lupin wonder just what the doc does with bad patients). And on the good doctor's desk was a book entitled: "How I did it." If nothing else, Lupin kind of expected Igor to come in, dragging a fresh corpse.
The doctor laughed. "That book is a novelty item," he explained. "The pages are blank!"
Lupin was kind of relieved. There was still the matter of whether the hypodermic needle was sterile or not.
Lo and behold, Dr. Rocuerto had retrieved a needle from his desk.
"All right, Mr. Lupin," he coaxed, "Just imagine yourself in a happy place."
From in the waiting room, Fujiko tried desperately to read a magazine, though her nerves were constantly rattled by the muffled screams from in the doctor's office. "Don't struggle, Lupin," she called. "It'll only make the pain worse."
With needles removed and Lupin gagged with a latex glove, the doctor put a drop of blood on a microscope slate and examined it.
Indeed, Lupin had a virus, but something was strange about this strand. It was different than any bronchitis infection that he'd ever seen.
"This is very odd," Dr. Rocuerto reported. "I need to run a few tests. Why don't you come back bright and early tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, doc," Lupin said uneasily. "Whatever you say."
"That's the ticket! Now I want you to get lots of rest. Nobody got over a cold by gallivanting about."
PART 2:
NEXT MORNING
Lupin slept like a baby. It was either exhaustion from coughing so hard, or it was something from off of that damn needle. Lupin still couldn't shake the fact that it may have not been sterilized.
Fujiko had the car ready just in time for Goemon and Jigen to drag him out of bed. Lupin was too tired to speak in legible sentences, so the two just let him babble to his heart's content.
At the doctor's office, the four had to wait half an hour because the receptionist "had never seen the two new gentlemen who were with them."
The doctor had a very serious look on his face when they finally arrived. "Um, Mr. Lupin, can I speak to you alone, please?"
"Yeah, sure." Lupin had a curious look on his face. He joined the doctor ant closed the door.
"What's up, Doc?" He asked. He was waking up, that was his first joke of the day.
The doctor exhaled deeply, like he was releasing a lot of stress. " Okay, now look. I'm not sure how to tell you this, but."
The group was sitting in the waiting room for over an hour. Once and a while, they all thought they could hear loud sobbing. They decided it would be best to lay off the jokes and be a bit helpful once Lupin came out.
Finally, the miraculous time came when a red-cheeked Lupin emerged from the doctor's office. His face was lower than it had ever been. He looked exceedingly depressed.
He shuffled out of the doctor's office, hanging his body in front of him.
"Remember, take it easy." The doctor had a very sad look on his face as well.
"So, Lupin," Fujiko said. "How did.it.go?"
Fujiko's voice trailed off as Lupin walked slowly past her, without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Fujiko asked in a quiet voice.
Lupin swallowed his tears. "I have a fatal disease," he said.
Fujiko nearly fell over, like the words "fatal disease" had punched her in the gut.
"Oh, Lupin, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know."
Lupin sighed. "Let's just go," he said.
Take two of these and see me in the morning.
Lupin hesitantly walked into the doctor's office. Dr. Rocuerto wore an annoyingly endless smile, which made Lupin uneasy.
"Maybe if you're good, the doctor will give you a Lollipop." Fujiko smirked, and waved goodbye. Lupin shot her a dirty look.
Lupin sat on the examination table, which was covered in mold. There were charts of every conceivable anatomical part of the human body. There was a scale model of the muscular structure of the human head (which looked awfully real, and made Lupin wonder just what the doc does with bad patients). And on the good doctor's desk was a book entitled: "How I did it." If nothing else, Lupin kind of expected Igor to come in, dragging a fresh corpse.
The doctor laughed. "That book is a novelty item," he explained. "The pages are blank!"
Lupin was kind of relieved. There was still the matter of whether the hypodermic needle was sterile or not.
Lo and behold, Dr. Rocuerto had retrieved a needle from his desk.
"All right, Mr. Lupin," he coaxed, "Just imagine yourself in a happy place."
From in the waiting room, Fujiko tried desperately to read a magazine, though her nerves were constantly rattled by the muffled screams from in the doctor's office. "Don't struggle, Lupin," she called. "It'll only make the pain worse."
With needles removed and Lupin gagged with a latex glove, the doctor put a drop of blood on a microscope slate and examined it.
Indeed, Lupin had a virus, but something was strange about this strand. It was different than any bronchitis infection that he'd ever seen.
"This is very odd," Dr. Rocuerto reported. "I need to run a few tests. Why don't you come back bright and early tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, doc," Lupin said uneasily. "Whatever you say."
"That's the ticket! Now I want you to get lots of rest. Nobody got over a cold by gallivanting about."
PART 2:
NEXT MORNING
Lupin slept like a baby. It was either exhaustion from coughing so hard, or it was something from off of that damn needle. Lupin still couldn't shake the fact that it may have not been sterilized.
Fujiko had the car ready just in time for Goemon and Jigen to drag him out of bed. Lupin was too tired to speak in legible sentences, so the two just let him babble to his heart's content.
At the doctor's office, the four had to wait half an hour because the receptionist "had never seen the two new gentlemen who were with them."
The doctor had a very serious look on his face when they finally arrived. "Um, Mr. Lupin, can I speak to you alone, please?"
"Yeah, sure." Lupin had a curious look on his face. He joined the doctor ant closed the door.
"What's up, Doc?" He asked. He was waking up, that was his first joke of the day.
The doctor exhaled deeply, like he was releasing a lot of stress. " Okay, now look. I'm not sure how to tell you this, but."
The group was sitting in the waiting room for over an hour. Once and a while, they all thought they could hear loud sobbing. They decided it would be best to lay off the jokes and be a bit helpful once Lupin came out.
Finally, the miraculous time came when a red-cheeked Lupin emerged from the doctor's office. His face was lower than it had ever been. He looked exceedingly depressed.
He shuffled out of the doctor's office, hanging his body in front of him.
"Remember, take it easy." The doctor had a very sad look on his face as well.
"So, Lupin," Fujiko said. "How did.it.go?"
Fujiko's voice trailed off as Lupin walked slowly past her, without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Fujiko asked in a quiet voice.
Lupin swallowed his tears. "I have a fatal disease," he said.
Fujiko nearly fell over, like the words "fatal disease" had punched her in the gut.
"Oh, Lupin, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know."
Lupin sighed. "Let's just go," he said.