"You have some sort of fetish about morgues, don't you?" Antubis
looked over at Elmer as the group stared around the morgue of the Old
Kingdom.
"What's Snout Boy talking about?" Peter asked Mary. "And does he even know what a fetish is?"
Mary nodded. "He found a naughty magazine on Otto's desk once."
The little girl glanced around the room, shivering slightly at the sight of the corpse on the table, before turning towards Elmer. "Where's Dr. Lona?
You know, I don't think we really have time if you were wanting to do more naughty things with her."
"Oh, Elmer, you have been bad, haven't you?" Hook muttered under his breath as they started to look around the morgue for Lona.
"Oh, yes. You would really think the corpses would be a turn off,"
Antubis said with a pointed look at Elmer as he headed for the morgue's other room. "In here!"
"Lona?" Elmer rushed to her side, ignoring the anteater who seemed bound and determined to tell all about their visits to the morgue. He stared down at her, sudden fear washing over him at the sight. She was deathly pale once more, lying unmoving on the morgue table where their baby had been conceived. And the blood. She couldn't have been there more than a minute or so but already there was blood on the table, too much blood.
"Lona?" he whispered, reaching out and starting to gather her up. She was still breathing, at least she was still breathing but....
"Here, let us." Mary said quietly as she and Mona came over holding hands. Mary pulled herself up onto the table, cradling Lona's head in her lap once more and starting to gently stroke her forehead with one hand as Mona placed her free hand on Lona's stomach.
Antubis crossed the room as well, his long tongue moving rapidly in and out as he licked at Lona's hands. "Looks like you might need to wait awhile on doing anymore of those naughty things."
"And exactly what naughty things would he be talking about, Elmer?"
Hook said with a slight laugh in his voice. It was hard to find any humor in the situation at hand with Lona just lying there practically lifeless but what else could they do? It wasn't like there was anything medically they could do for her with where they were.
"Could we please not talk about naughty things?" Elmer muttered as he turned to face them for a moment before turning back to Lona. She was still so pale and still. Why wasn't she waking up? She woke up before!
What if... what if she was too far gone for whatever the little girl could do to help? He felt tears stinging his eyes that he was barely able to hold back as he looked from her pale face to the blood on the table. The little hope he had for their baby practically vanished at the sight of the blood and as for Lona.... Wasn't losing the baby enough? If both of them died.... He felt himself starting to hyperventilate again. He had agreed to help! He was cooperating! Now couldn't they do something and save Lona and their baby?
Lona felt herself starting to float gradually out of the cold, dark place once more but she resisted it. At least there, alone in the dark,
the pain was gone and she didn't have to think about the baby. The baby,
it had never even had a chance. Suddenly she heard a noise, the first noise she had heard in this place, a sort of slithering, rustling noise.
"Time to come back, now." She suddenly heard a silky smooth voice say. "Better hurry before that boy turns blue and hits the floor. Looks like he's heading that way, you know."
Elmer, was whatever was talking to her talking about him? She felt her will to resist waking slipping but she stubbornly clung to unconsciousness anyway. She couldn't go back and face the fact that the baby....
"We really don't have time for this, you know." the voice said and then suddenly, something moved and all she could see were large white fangs.
"Lona?" Elmer whispered as he suddenly saw her eyelids start to twitch and then suddenly shoot open. The anteater was snickering slightly but he ignored it. "Lona?" He reached out and took her hand carefully.
Why wasn't she looking at him? What had he done wrong this time?
"What's Snout Boy talking about?" Peter asked Mary. "And does he even know what a fetish is?"
Mary nodded. "He found a naughty magazine on Otto's desk once."
The little girl glanced around the room, shivering slightly at the sight of the corpse on the table, before turning towards Elmer. "Where's Dr. Lona?
You know, I don't think we really have time if you were wanting to do more naughty things with her."
"Oh, Elmer, you have been bad, haven't you?" Hook muttered under his breath as they started to look around the morgue for Lona.
"Oh, yes. You would really think the corpses would be a turn off,"
Antubis said with a pointed look at Elmer as he headed for the morgue's other room. "In here!"
"Lona?" Elmer rushed to her side, ignoring the anteater who seemed bound and determined to tell all about their visits to the morgue. He stared down at her, sudden fear washing over him at the sight. She was deathly pale once more, lying unmoving on the morgue table where their baby had been conceived. And the blood. She couldn't have been there more than a minute or so but already there was blood on the table, too much blood.
"Lona?" he whispered, reaching out and starting to gather her up. She was still breathing, at least she was still breathing but....
"Here, let us." Mary said quietly as she and Mona came over holding hands. Mary pulled herself up onto the table, cradling Lona's head in her lap once more and starting to gently stroke her forehead with one hand as Mona placed her free hand on Lona's stomach.
Antubis crossed the room as well, his long tongue moving rapidly in and out as he licked at Lona's hands. "Looks like you might need to wait awhile on doing anymore of those naughty things."
"And exactly what naughty things would he be talking about, Elmer?"
Hook said with a slight laugh in his voice. It was hard to find any humor in the situation at hand with Lona just lying there practically lifeless but what else could they do? It wasn't like there was anything medically they could do for her with where they were.
"Could we please not talk about naughty things?" Elmer muttered as he turned to face them for a moment before turning back to Lona. She was still so pale and still. Why wasn't she waking up? She woke up before!
What if... what if she was too far gone for whatever the little girl could do to help? He felt tears stinging his eyes that he was barely able to hold back as he looked from her pale face to the blood on the table. The little hope he had for their baby practically vanished at the sight of the blood and as for Lona.... Wasn't losing the baby enough? If both of them died.... He felt himself starting to hyperventilate again. He had agreed to help! He was cooperating! Now couldn't they do something and save Lona and their baby?
Lona felt herself starting to float gradually out of the cold, dark place once more but she resisted it. At least there, alone in the dark,
the pain was gone and she didn't have to think about the baby. The baby,
it had never even had a chance. Suddenly she heard a noise, the first noise she had heard in this place, a sort of slithering, rustling noise.
"Time to come back, now." She suddenly heard a silky smooth voice say. "Better hurry before that boy turns blue and hits the floor. Looks like he's heading that way, you know."
Elmer, was whatever was talking to her talking about him? She felt her will to resist waking slipping but she stubbornly clung to unconsciousness anyway. She couldn't go back and face the fact that the baby....
"We really don't have time for this, you know." the voice said and then suddenly, something moved and all she could see were large white fangs.
"Lona?" Elmer whispered as he suddenly saw her eyelids start to twitch and then suddenly shoot open. The anteater was snickering slightly but he ignored it. "Lona?" He reached out and took her hand carefully.
Why wasn't she looking at him? What had he done wrong this time?