The One Hero controls Jane, or G.H.O.S.T. No 9.
Photondrop owns herself
This chapter is a bit... interesting, you'll see certain things happening in this chapter, which have been implied before. And with this it comes insultation and down right abuse. Lets make things clear, bthis matter does NOT opinionate my ordeals on the matter/b K!
Chapter 3 - Guest
Tingle's ears perked upon hearing Usada's voice.
"Well... what I gotta tell you is..." Usada was interrupted from speaking when Bobble shouted annoyed, "Tingle. Usada. We're goin to the hospital. Now." The newman pouted as she carefully lifted, wrapped and dried off her precious fragile package. Moving Usada quickly to the room, the force promptly asks, "What color do ja want to-day suuuu?" She pointed towards her closet covered in a plethora of colored sweaters and tank tops, each with the official "Su" heart on them.
"Eh, black is fine." Usada replied, carefully fastening the button of jeans. Tingle nodded and pulls he black sweatshirt over Usada's head, and correctly placed on. Unlike her other shirts, it displayed a Spade in the chest area. Tingle quickly pulls her self a pair of shorts over her swimsuit, in attempts to look half way decent. She then promptly lifts Usada and heads down the stairs.
"Tee hee! It feels like we are married when I carry you like this!" Tingle blurted out before quickly growing a flushed red blush over her creamed skin. Bobble waited at the bottom of the stairs with Usada's Throne. Tingle decided to name Usada's wheelchair to give it more honor. Finally outside, the three walked towards the hospital. Bobble was the "horse" for Usada's throne, while Tingle was ever close by holding onto Usada's hand. All seemed well until they begun running into guests. The first guest was a member of the Great Hunter Organization of Secret Travels, or GHOST for short. She was called Number 09, but her real name was Jane. She looked directly at Usada's chest and sighed.
"That...looks...very painful." She sighed again worriedly, Usada and Ghost weren't the closest of friends, they rivaled one another all the time, yet deep down inside they both cared for one another. Usada gave off a weak smile and replies, "Well hey. I am gonna beat you in nasties scars." The two Ramarls laughed among the sadly said joke.
"Just you wait Jane! I'll be back to kick yer ass one more time!" Usada replies one more before being pushed away in her carriage. Ghost could do nothing more, but smile and wave. After a bit of more silence, their 2nd guest walked by. Someone that both Tingle and Usada knew. Her face drooped as low as her long red hair could.
"Oh God, its worse than what Quinn told me..." An irritating silence developed between them all, before Usada could blurt, "Well... ah damn I got nothing." Usada tried to joke with her friend, "Hah," she laughed a bit, "Well. I wont disrupt your walk any longer. Feel better Usada!" The three walked onwards until yet another person ran into them. This person daunted an olive colored hunter armor, it was slathered in blood of multiple colors. His hair split down the middle giving off an upside down V on the top of his head, the hair let off a brownish tint. His mag, which was still out hissed and shook its tadpole like tail at Tingle and Usada. He staggered over and took a note at the two girls holding hands. He let of a drunken laugh.
"Phhhhhhhffft! Izn'tdat tuuuu kut. Force joo love 'er teh girlyinthe rockchair?" Tingle scared to reply directly finally nods and replies, "Myes! I love Usada-Wada! She's like my best friend." Unfortunately for Tingle, she did not understand the context of the stagger drunk's words. Bobble, trying to keep his cool pushed the wheel chair further away, ignoring the drunk.
"Lesbos! Fucking Lesbos!!! Disgusting!!!" His voice slurred louder as he tries to follow the trio. The scared Foneweral clings onto Usada's arm in fear. She didn't understand the drunks words, but the words themselves scared her senseless.
"Bwahaha, I oughta usetheselesbo to et entertainment!" That was the last straw for Bobble. He delivered a strong sharp punch right into the drunk, slamming him to the floor in a crumpled pile.
"LISTEN YOU LIL. . . "Bobble lost the will to curse to the mangled slop. He promptly pushed the cart on further until finally he arrived to the hospital. The nurse was waiting outside for them.
"Leave me the wheel chaired one. You two can wait in the Waiting room." The two nodded and headed inside with the nurse.
The nurse pushed Usadas cart down into an unoccupied Office. She quickly shot questions at her.
"How you feeling today"
"Eh, been better"
"Please Answer these truthfully"
"OK"
"Have your scars been bleeding recently"
"No, they seem dry... none oozed in the bath today.
"Eaten anything"
"No, Body wouldn't really accept food"
"Ok... Breathing alright"
"Hmm, I had one breathing problem, when Tingle said she was gonna bathe me." The arrived to a empty room, the nurse promptly assisted Usada and removing the giant sweater off of her. The nurse then asked Usada to perform several tests including weighting scales, reflexes, reading eye charts and many others. She was even robbed of an ounce of her blood, and a sample of urine tooken. By the end of all the testing, Usada was panting hard on her chair. The nurse promptly recorded her results.
"Usada..." the nurse spoke softly, "According to your eye exams, you should invest yourself in a pair of glasses. Also I believe you should get comfortable in your chair, your muscle strength and bones are very weak. I will have your blood and urine results as soon as possible." Usada nodded and was assisted in getting her sweater back on, then pushed back to the waiting room. The nurse hands Bobble a slip of paper.
"Those are her Optical Prescription Numbers. Give that to the glasses clerk. She'll understand." The nurse stated to Bobble. Usada looked around the hall, with a want in her eye.
"Myah, Something wrong suuu?" Tingle asks her comrade worriedly. Usada lets off a smirk smile and replies, "Uhh... eh... Do you think we could have a lil get together"
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BAM! Chapter 3 Ova!
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