Hey, pretty short update this time, I know. Sorry. But hey, it's
something that, fingers crossed, might make you laugh just a little. More
soon, too. R&R & I'll do a victory dance! Still don't actually own any of
this stuff, by the way. ~Anoron.
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They arrived at the hospital and Reese was admitted for an examination straight away. The rest of the family was forced to bide their time in the waiting room, and with every minute, Hal turned a deeper shade of green as he fought for control over his fear of hospitals.
Lois was completely unsympathetic to her husband's condition. She barely paused for breath as she ranted at him for twenty solid minutes. "Hal, how could you be so irresponsible? You encouraged Reese to break a rule I specifically set, and you put him in danger! I don't know what would've happened if he'd lost any more blood, and I don't even know how we're going to explain his injuries to the doctors! Did you even think of that Hal? What are we going to tell the doctor, huh? 'Oh, my son was just playing with his sister's crossbow. It's ok, he was completely supervised the whole time he was wounding himself.' We could get into so much trouble for this. . . ."
Faith rolled her eyes. They were just flesh wounds, Reese would be fine. She and Dewey smiled sneakily at each other. Even if their father wanted to incriminate them, there was no way he could. Lois wouldn't let him get a word in edgeways, and she certainly wasn't about to listen to anything he had to say at the moment.
Malcolm's Aside: "I don't believe it- they're just going to get away with this! It's not fair!"
Malcolm glared over at Faith, who noticed his attention and held his gaze steadily. She arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to interrupt their mother and dob her and Dewey in. Malcolm arched his own eyebrow in response, accepting the challenge.
"Mom- Faith was the one-"
Before Malcolm could finish, the door to the waiting room banged open and a doctor came in. "Hello, I'm Doctor Hoo-" the family all stifled giggles at the name "- and I'm happy to report that Reese is fine. It looks like he had a bad fall, was he doing anything at all which could have led to all those puncture wounds?"
Lois and Hal both froze, unsure of what to say. Faith stepped up. "He was helping my Dad clean out the garage. He must have slipped on the stack of wooden planks in there, they have some pretty sharp edges, which was why my Dad was getting rid of them," she lied easily, hoping Boston doctors were as gullible as Sunnydale doctors. Everything was a bad fall in Sunnydale, and hopefully it was a nation-wide epidemic.
After another moment of uncertainty, Hal piped up. "Yes! That's what happened!" He sent a cocky glance in Lois' direction, as if to rub in the fact that all her yelling over explaining to the doctors was a waste of breath.
Doctor Hoo nodded. "All right then. We're going to keep Reese overnight, just to be sure there'll be no infection, but you can all see him now if you'd like."
"Thank you Doctor Hoo," Hal replied with a chuckle. He quickly shook the doctor's hand and hustled his family towards Reese's room, eager to be out of the hospital as soon as possible.
When they reached Reese's room, Lois stopped and turned to Faith. "Honey I forgot Reese's overnight bag in the van. Do you think you could get it for me?"
"Sure," Faith responded, taking the keys and heading back down the hallway. A second later she felt a small hand slip into her free hand as Dewey decided to tag along.
Malcolm looked back and forth between his parents and his siblings. Making a quick decision, he decided to follow Faith out to the car.
Out at the van, Faith unlocked the back door and slid it open. "Hey, Dew, jump in and get Reese's bag for me."
"Ok," Dewey hopped in the van and climbed over to the very back, where the bag had been thrown just as Malcolm came out into the open air of the car park.
He was about to go over and start yelling at Faith for causing so much trouble and letting Hal and Reese take all the blame when he realised Faith's attention was focused very closely on a large, suspicious figure a little ways off.
Malcolm peered at the figure. It was massive and dark blue, with horns.
Malcolm's Aside: "Ok, that's a demon. . . Oh my God! That's a demon!"
"Damn," Faith swore as the demon started to move away. She yelled for a confused and oblivious Dewey to put his seat belt on and slammed the door of the van.
Diving into the driver's seat, she gunned the engine and sped off down the street, trailing the demon.
Malcolm watched the scene play out before him and slowly a wicked grin spread over his face. It was time he got back at the pair on behalf of his Dad and Reese.
Malcolm burst into Reese's room, slightly out of breath. "Mom! Dad! The car- Dewey-" he puffed.
"Malcolm, what in the world?" Lois cried
Taking a deep breath, Malcolm said in a rush, "Faith ran off after a demon and left Dewey in the car and someone stole it with him inside."
"Oh my God! Dewey! We need to call the police," Lois rushed out of the room without so much as a goodbye to her injured son lying in the bed.
Hal patted Reese's knee supportively before following his wife out. Malcolm, the last to leave, flashed Reese a conspiritual wink that the older brother did not understand.
At the nurses' station, several nurses were cowering back in fear after being threatened by an insane pregnant woman demanding to use the phone. Lois, having reported the van stolen and Dewey kidnapped inside, turned back to the remainder of her family.
"All right, we're going to the police station to wait for news. I'm gonna go tell Reese so that when Faith decides to show up she knows where to find us. That girl is in so much trouble when I get a hold of her! This is the last straw!" she fumed as she ducked back into Reese's room.
Malcolm grinned evilly.
Malcolm's Aside: "Mission accomplished."
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They arrived at the hospital and Reese was admitted for an examination straight away. The rest of the family was forced to bide their time in the waiting room, and with every minute, Hal turned a deeper shade of green as he fought for control over his fear of hospitals.
Lois was completely unsympathetic to her husband's condition. She barely paused for breath as she ranted at him for twenty solid minutes. "Hal, how could you be so irresponsible? You encouraged Reese to break a rule I specifically set, and you put him in danger! I don't know what would've happened if he'd lost any more blood, and I don't even know how we're going to explain his injuries to the doctors! Did you even think of that Hal? What are we going to tell the doctor, huh? 'Oh, my son was just playing with his sister's crossbow. It's ok, he was completely supervised the whole time he was wounding himself.' We could get into so much trouble for this. . . ."
Faith rolled her eyes. They were just flesh wounds, Reese would be fine. She and Dewey smiled sneakily at each other. Even if their father wanted to incriminate them, there was no way he could. Lois wouldn't let him get a word in edgeways, and she certainly wasn't about to listen to anything he had to say at the moment.
Malcolm's Aside: "I don't believe it- they're just going to get away with this! It's not fair!"
Malcolm glared over at Faith, who noticed his attention and held his gaze steadily. She arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to interrupt their mother and dob her and Dewey in. Malcolm arched his own eyebrow in response, accepting the challenge.
"Mom- Faith was the one-"
Before Malcolm could finish, the door to the waiting room banged open and a doctor came in. "Hello, I'm Doctor Hoo-" the family all stifled giggles at the name "- and I'm happy to report that Reese is fine. It looks like he had a bad fall, was he doing anything at all which could have led to all those puncture wounds?"
Lois and Hal both froze, unsure of what to say. Faith stepped up. "He was helping my Dad clean out the garage. He must have slipped on the stack of wooden planks in there, they have some pretty sharp edges, which was why my Dad was getting rid of them," she lied easily, hoping Boston doctors were as gullible as Sunnydale doctors. Everything was a bad fall in Sunnydale, and hopefully it was a nation-wide epidemic.
After another moment of uncertainty, Hal piped up. "Yes! That's what happened!" He sent a cocky glance in Lois' direction, as if to rub in the fact that all her yelling over explaining to the doctors was a waste of breath.
Doctor Hoo nodded. "All right then. We're going to keep Reese overnight, just to be sure there'll be no infection, but you can all see him now if you'd like."
"Thank you Doctor Hoo," Hal replied with a chuckle. He quickly shook the doctor's hand and hustled his family towards Reese's room, eager to be out of the hospital as soon as possible.
When they reached Reese's room, Lois stopped and turned to Faith. "Honey I forgot Reese's overnight bag in the van. Do you think you could get it for me?"
"Sure," Faith responded, taking the keys and heading back down the hallway. A second later she felt a small hand slip into her free hand as Dewey decided to tag along.
Malcolm looked back and forth between his parents and his siblings. Making a quick decision, he decided to follow Faith out to the car.
Out at the van, Faith unlocked the back door and slid it open. "Hey, Dew, jump in and get Reese's bag for me."
"Ok," Dewey hopped in the van and climbed over to the very back, where the bag had been thrown just as Malcolm came out into the open air of the car park.
He was about to go over and start yelling at Faith for causing so much trouble and letting Hal and Reese take all the blame when he realised Faith's attention was focused very closely on a large, suspicious figure a little ways off.
Malcolm peered at the figure. It was massive and dark blue, with horns.
Malcolm's Aside: "Ok, that's a demon. . . Oh my God! That's a demon!"
"Damn," Faith swore as the demon started to move away. She yelled for a confused and oblivious Dewey to put his seat belt on and slammed the door of the van.
Diving into the driver's seat, she gunned the engine and sped off down the street, trailing the demon.
Malcolm watched the scene play out before him and slowly a wicked grin spread over his face. It was time he got back at the pair on behalf of his Dad and Reese.
Malcolm burst into Reese's room, slightly out of breath. "Mom! Dad! The car- Dewey-" he puffed.
"Malcolm, what in the world?" Lois cried
Taking a deep breath, Malcolm said in a rush, "Faith ran off after a demon and left Dewey in the car and someone stole it with him inside."
"Oh my God! Dewey! We need to call the police," Lois rushed out of the room without so much as a goodbye to her injured son lying in the bed.
Hal patted Reese's knee supportively before following his wife out. Malcolm, the last to leave, flashed Reese a conspiritual wink that the older brother did not understand.
At the nurses' station, several nurses were cowering back in fear after being threatened by an insane pregnant woman demanding to use the phone. Lois, having reported the van stolen and Dewey kidnapped inside, turned back to the remainder of her family.
"All right, we're going to the police station to wait for news. I'm gonna go tell Reese so that when Faith decides to show up she knows where to find us. That girl is in so much trouble when I get a hold of her! This is the last straw!" she fumed as she ducked back into Reese's room.
Malcolm grinned evilly.
Malcolm's Aside: "Mission accomplished."
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