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Writer's Note: I liked the end of that last chapter, it was fun to write. Sad, but fun all the same. Well, heres this chapter! Hope you like it! Read and review please!
Syndrome woke up to someone he didn't recognize talking to him.
"Yes, we've got to wake up soon, don't we?" It was a female voice. "The doctor would like to talk, but he can't when we're asleep now can he?"
"Who are you?" Syndrome asked, his words slurred. He tried to lift his arm, but he didn't have the energy, he could barely move his fingers.
"You're awake! I'll go get the doctor." She said, running out the door and into the hallway. She came back a few minutes later with a man in a white labcoat.
"Well, you've had a lot of people here in a good panic, you and that kid that came in just after you. Can you feel anything?" He asked, holding a clipboard in his left hand while he stood next to Buddy's bed.
"Huh?" Syndrome asked, confused. Who was this guy? Where was he? When was he?
"He might be confused, he has been out for three day's." The lady whispered to the doctor. Three day's? What happened that he had been out for three day's? And why did his whole body hurt?
"True. My name is Doctor Brown. What's yours?" That was a good question, what was his name?
"uhh... Dash?" That sounded right, yes, that was what he told that lady at that house.
"Hello Dash. You've been asleep for three day's." Wow, three day's. no matter how many times he heard that it still sounded like a lot.
"Huh..." Syndrome was too tired to say anything else.
"You fell out of the sky onto a car parked outside someone's house." Well that would explain why everywhere on his body hurt.
"Can you feel anything?" Not through this pain no.
"Pain..." Syndrome mumbled, his eyelids heavy. He started to close his eyes.
"Now now, don't fall asleep on us, we still need to find some things out about you." Syndrome felt someone touch his arm and then his forehead. Their hand was cold, but it felt good. "He's running a fever, get something to try and cool him down." Someone said, but their voices were already fading as Syndrome passed back into unconsciousness.
When Syndrome next woke up, he felt much better than the last time. He remembered little of the conversation, only the fact his whole body had hurt. He opened his eyes slowly, the lights in the room really bright.
"You're awake again! Oh, and Dr. Brown just left too." He saw the lady from before, who he figured was a nurse, go running out of the room and come back with the doctor he vaguely remembered.
"Now, don't go falling asleep on us again, okay?" The doctor said, smiling worriedly.
" 'kay." Syndrome mumbled, his speech still slightly slurred.
"Dash, how old are you?"
"uhhh... twenty-five." Syndrome answered slowly. He got mad at himself for his mind working so slowly.
"Can you feel anything?"
"dunno." Syndrome tried moving his fingers, they wiggled but it hurt to do so. "Pain still."
"You can move your fingers though, and that's a good sign. It's a good thing your in such good shape, or else you might have been more seriously injured." Dr. Brown smiled. "What do you remember?"
"Remember?" Syndrome thought for a minute. That was a good question, what did he remember? sitting with Buddy, then flying off, then black. "Buddy, flying, then here." Syndrome said, his speech improving a little as the pain of moving started ebbing away.
"Buddy? as in Buddy Pine?" The doctor asked worriedly.
"Yeah." Syndrome said. He knew he should be worried, but he was still too confused to feel much else than tired and confused. "Why?"
"Never mind. Do you live in the city?"
"Outskirts."
"Where do you live?"
"Duke." Syndrome replied, starting to feel sleepy. His eyes started to close, but he forced them open.
"It can't be good that he's so sleepy." The doctor muttered to himself. "Dash, tell me. When was the last time you slept before you came here?"
"uhh..." lets see, if it had been three day's, that would be thursday, then three day's again would be... "Monday night, I think."
"Monday night? No wonder you fell out of the sky, you collapsed out of a lack of energy!"
"Sorry?" Syndrome laughed, but then stopped. It hurt too much.
"You shouldn't go that long without sleep Dash, it isn't good for you." Dr. Brown said, making a note on his clipboard.
"Where's Buddy?" Syndrome asked. Had the kid found out?
"Can you move anything?" Dr. Brown asked, ignoring Syndrome's question. Well two could play at that game.
"Where's Buddy?" Syndrome asked again. The lady looked worriedly at Dr. Brown, before scurrying out of the room at the request of another nurse.
"Do you really want to know?" Dr. Brown asked.
"Where's Buddy?"
"He arrived here an hour after you did. He still hasn't woken up."
"What happened?" Syndrome asked, trying to sit up. It hurt, but he managed it.
"From what his parents told us, his brother got mad and started beating him up." An image of William holding him against a wall came into Syndrome's mind. "He's in a coma, we don't know when he'll be out."
"Gotta go see him." Syndrome groaned, moving his legs over the side of the bed. Before he managed to get up though, the doctor was pulling him back onto the bed.
"Leave me alone!" Syndrome said tiredly as he tried to fight the doctor off and get up. The doctor called for help, and two nurses walked into the room, took in the situation, and ran to help. Between the three of them, they managed to get Syndrome laying back down onto the bed. Syndrome was now too tired from fighting them off to get up.
"You can't get up yet, you need to save your energy." The doctor said, wiping some sweat off his forehead.
"Gotta go see Buddy." Syndrome said stubbornly.
"You can, as soon as you have enough energy. Which you have next to none of right now. You can go later." Dr. Brown said, picking his clipboard up off the floor. He had dropped it when Syndrome had tryed to get up off the bed. "We'll keep you updated on his condition, if it will keep you in bed."
"Okay." Syndrome replied. His body hurt again from all that moving. Why did it still hurt? If it had been three days, then that would have been plenty of time for them to heal.
"Why do my legs hurt?" Syndrome asked as the nurses left.
"One of your legs is broken and the other is sprained. That's another reason you can't get up yet." The doctor said. Syndrome sighed, he was going to be here for a long time, they'd never let him out in this condition.
"There's a visitor for Mr. Dash." A nurse said, poking her head in the door. Syndrome was confused now, who was there that would visit him? The only person he really knew in this time was Buddy and he was in no condition to go visiting.
"Okay, I'm done here for today anyway." Dr. Brown said to the nurse. "Remember- no getting up." Syndrome nodded. Syndrome watched the doctor leave, pause in the doorway for a moment, then disappear off down the hallway.
In walked in two people he didn't want to see, Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl. Of course they were dressed in civilian clothes and going by their current civilian name, Robert and Helen Smith. Syndrome put on a happy face anyway. No need to be rude.
"Hello, we heard about what happened to you on the news, and decided to come visit you." Bob said as they walked over to Syndrome's bed.
"Thanks, I don't really know many people around here." Syndrome said.
"Do you hurt?" Helen asked, concern in her eyes. This surprised Syndrome, the last person to actually care about him was his mother, Mirage not counting because she had only wanted his money.
"Not much, no." Syndrome lied, thinking about standing up. The doctor wasn't here, what was the harm? Then he remembered his broken leg, that was the harm.
"That's good." Helen said happily, believing his lie. "It would have been terrible if you had hurt yourself."
"Can you move at all?" Bob asked. Syndrome nodded his head.
"It hurts, but I can move a little." Syndrome replied.
"Do you remember anything?"
"Not much no. All I can remember is talking to Buddy Pine, then He flew off on his Rocket boots, then I flew off on my rocket boots, then nothing." Why was he telling them so much? It was none of their business! It felt good to talk to someone closer to his age though.
"Buddy Pine? You know him?" Syndrome was tempted to say that he didn't only know him he was him, but decided against it.
"Yeah, he apparently arrived here about an hour after I did, something to do with his older brother." Syndrome said, silently enjoying the look of horror on Bob's face.
"What? Please tell me you're kidding!" Bob said, his face worried.
"I wouldn't kid about something like this." Syndrome said. "I don't know where in the building he is, but he's somewhere around here. I haven't been allowed to get up and see him yet, but I'm really worried about the kid."
"I've gotta go see him." Bob said, heading to the door. "See you later." He said, turning around briefly to wave bye to Syndrome. Helen nodded, following behind her husband. "Bye!" She said to Syndrome. And he was alone again, just like that.
Buddy lay on his hospital bed, unmoving, and barely breathing. His parents sat asleep in the chairs next to his bed, waiting for their youngest son to wake up. Buddy's mind wasn't there though, it was in a far-off place between where you dream and you wake up. He was neither awake or asleep.
His mother woke up, lifting her head off her husbands shoulder. She had been dreaming of the day that all this had happened, when William had beat up Buddy. She felt responsible. If she hadn't grounded William, he wouldn't have gotten angry and done this to Buddy. Everyone told her that it wasn't her fault, but none of their words could make her feel better. The only person who could do that was Buddy himself, but he couldn't say anything to anyone at the moment.
Buddy's father woke up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He didn't feel responsible for what happened to Buddy, but he was worried about what was going to happen to him. Every time he looked at his youngest son he couldn't help but feel sad at how feeble Buddy looked, laying there with all those wires and tubes attached to his body. He couldn't help but wonder, what would have happened if he had gotten there sooner? Could all this have been avoided? Would Buddy have been in better shape? Why hadn't he seen something like this coming from William? So many questions that couldn't be answered, only cause guilty feelings that he hadn't done something to prevent this.
Buddy's eyes fluttered open. He looked around at where he was. What had happened? William! William had done this! He had known this had been coming, William was almost always angry at Buddy for something he had nothing to do with. Except this time he did have something to do with it, which is probably what caused him to snap.
Buddy's mother looked over to her son, and she gasped when she saw his eyes open and looking around. Buddy's father did the same thing, he gasped and almost burst out in tears. His wife had already burst out in tears, she had jumped over to Buddy's side, holding his hand. They were both unsure of what to do, this was such a happy moment.
"You're awake, oh my god your awake." She whispered, tears in her eyes. A nurse looked in and smiled, turning around to tell a doctor that Buddy Pine was awake. But not right away, let his parents be happy first. Then get the doctor.
Ten minutes later a doctor walked in, understanding why the nurse had taken her time telling him. They boy's parents were both crying, happy that their son was finally awake. No one had known when the boy was going to wake up, fifteen minutes or fifteen years they couldn't say. The mother had gone into hysterics, she wanted her son awake.The staff felt terrible for them.
"You're going to need to leave for a moment, I need to see how he's doing." The doctor said, standing in the doorway. Buddy's mother started to protest, but Buddy's father shook his head. They could leave Buddy for a little while.
Writer's Note: Well, here it is! chapter seven! I think this fanfic is going to end up being my longest yet. Of course, Friends No More will probably be right up there with it. Read and Review! obey the blue button!