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Chapter 2

The Simpsons arrived in the main lobby of the hospital, Marge about to ask the receptionist what room Ned was in, but kept hearing a series of doh's behind her. The family looked back, seeing Homer stuck in the revolving door. He kept trying to get in the main lobby, but kept missing it.

"Homer, come on!" Marge ordered, looking cross.

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" he protested, a d'oh following.

Finally, after getting him out and getting the room number of Ned Flanders, they appeared in Ned's room. The ill neighbor laid in bed, many wires and breathing tubes attached to him, a steady beeping being heard from one of the machines.

"Why can't I just wait in the lobby?" Marge's husband whined. He didn't want to visit "stupid Ned Flanders" and was hungry, knowing there was a snack machine in the lobby. "I'm also hungry!" he added, and started to drool, thinking of the various snacks

"No! Besides, you just had a whole container of ice cream and duff beer before we left!" Marge scolded, wagging a finger at him.

"Ohhh…" Homer moaned, and looked down at his feet.

Soon, Ned woke up, feeling very groggy, and his chest hurt.

"Hi Ned," Marge greeted. "We're you're neighbors, visiting you," she explained, sure that Ned had no clue of what was going on right now

"Hi," he said softly. He was about to say something else, but couldn't because Dr. Hibburt walked in the room.

"Hello Ned," he greeted. "I see you're not feeling well. That is because you have a bad lung from all the coughing you did," he explained. "the surgery went well, as you are one lung short for now," he said, giving a chuckle at the end.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that," Ned commented, looking worried.

"So, I was wondering if you knew anyone that would like to donate one," he continued, looking at Ned.

"Well, there is someone. Someone who's my neighbor, and is a great one," Ned started, looking at the Simpsons. Homer smiled contently, thinking that was probably Marge. "Even though he may listen to football games during church, or try and steal money from the collection basket, he's still great, and God will always forgive him," he finished, looking at Homer.

"D'oh!" he said.

"Why me?" he asked Ned.

"Because you're a great neighor, and you already donated a kidney, so how about a lung?" he asked, giving a small smile.

"Do I have to?" he whined.

"I'm afraid you have no choice," Dr. Hibburt said, a group of surgeons taking Homer away to the operating room.