A/N: Hey guys, it's Ky again. I'm working on two stories at the same time so bare with me here. I got to type the third chapter to my other story now, and I'm already tired. But I will carry on! Alter Ego: SHe's gonna crash and burn. Ky: >>;; Oh ye of little faith. Anyway... I do not own any Hamtaro characters. Simply my own ideas and characters. Thank you for reading.
"It's been twelve hours. This isn't good." Sandy said to Marcia, one of the newest hams to the group.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it's gonna be ok. The doctor said Stan's sudden illness was caused by stress that's all!"
It was a grim day for all the hams as they gathered in the waiting room. The guy hams had come straight from their game when they got the call from Maxwell, and the girl hams were still in their pj's.
Most of the hams were asleep except for Marco, Sandy, Marcia, and Maxwell. Marco sat next to Sandy as did Marcia and Maxwell was standing next to the double doors they had taken Stan through earlier.
Maxwell smiled at Marco and Sandy. Although Maxwell once loved Sandy, he could tell Sandy loved Marco alot, and Marco loved Sandy. When Marco and Marcia joined, it was love at first sight on Marco and Sandy's part.
"I need to talk to the family of this young man." The doctor said, looking around the room of odd people.
"Like, Here!" Sandy said, jumping up and running to the doctor.
"Sir, I'm the one who brought him here, can I hear what's going on as well?" Maxwell said, not wanting Sandy to be alone when she heard what was wrong.
The doctor took the two young hams through the double doors and to a room far down the hall.
"This is Stan's room, he's inside sleeping so try to be quiet." The doctor said before opening the door.
As they entered the room, Stan was sleeping with his back to the trio, many wires leading from machines into his arms, and an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
Sandy gasped as Maxwell's eyes widened.
"Like, What's wrong with my brother!" Sandy exclaimed, tugging at the doctor's sleeve.
"We...don't know." The doctor mumbled while watching the young man sleep.
"What do you mean doctor?" Maxwell asked while walking over to the side Stan was facing and looking over him slightly.
"He has a strange new type of disease, it's close to a disease caused by stress, lack of sleep, and eating disorders. But it's different with him. He's also lost his voice, having trouble breathing, and his heart is beating at an excessive rate." The doctor stated while watching Maxwell.
'Hm, that sounds familiar.' Maxwell thought before looking from Stan's face to the doctors.
"You're allowed to visit him when you like, as long as a family member says so." The doctor stated while looking at Sandy, who was still holding his sleeve.
Sandy looked to Maxwell, who seemed to give her look that he'd help Stan as best as he could. "Like, alright. Maxwell can see him when he wants. But just Maxwell." She said while looking to the doctor.
The doctor nodded and seemed to write it down to Stan's magical appearing file.
Maxwell smiled. "Thanks Sandy, I swear I'll find what's wrong with Stan."
Sandy blushed and nodded before turning and leaving.
As Maxwell was left alone in the room with the sleeping Stan, he went to the phone and called the book store he lived at. "Hey Dillion? Yea, this is Maxwell. Could you do me a favor? Could you send over one copy of each diseases books?"
Maxwell sat in the dark room with a single light above where he was working. He'd just finished looking through the seventh disease book, and he'd started reading them as soon as he got them, which was five hours ago.
He yawned silently and mumbled. "Seven down, eight hundred and fifty three to go."
Suddenly something moved in the corner of Maxwell's eyes and he saw Stan sitting up, looking around. For a moment, Maxwell wondered if Stan was sleep walking, before Stan looked at him and blinked lazily.
"Good morning...or evening. How are you feeling Stan?" Stan sat there blinking before he tried to climbe out of bed, only then realizing the excruciating pain in his arms and how labored he was at breathing.
Maxwell instantly moved to his side. He was told by the doctor to look after Stan, and if he needed something to help him the best he could. "Is there something you need?"
Stan blinked before looking to his arms, realizing the wires, then followed them to their machinery. Stan opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He tried again, still nothing.
Maxwell shook his head. "Stan, you're having health problems, and right now you're in the hospital the wires are to monitor your health, so don't try to pull them out."
Stan blinked to Maxwell then laid back with an annoyed look on his face.
Maxwell simply smiled. "Are you hungry?"
Stan shook his head slightly and Maxwell glared. "The doctor said part of your disease is an eating disorder. So I'm going to get you some food, you just have to promise to eat it."
Stan blinked at how serious Maxwell was and nodded.
Almost as if on que, the nurse walked in. "Do you two need anything?" She asked, noticing Stan was awake.
"Stan would like some dinner if you don't mind." Maxwell said before going back to his piles of books.
The nurse nodded. "What about you Maxwell? Are you hungry?"
Maxwell shook his head as he began reading the next book. He wanted to get back to work to see if he could find this disease.
The nurse nodded and walked out as Stan watched Maxwell. He didn't get Maxwell really. How could he just sit there and read books? How come Maxwell was so smart? Why did Maxwell even care?
Soon the food was brought in and Stan looked at it in disgust. When it he didn't start eating, Maxwell looked up at him.
Stan had made a promise so he began to eat it, very slowly, and soon it was done. As Stan finished he looked up at Maxwell and noticed that he had fallen asleep, laying on the floor with the book next to his face.
Stan blinked and reailized Maxwell hadn't slept for two days, and he felt bad for it since it was his fault.
Stan looked to the buttons on his bed, and sure enough there was a 'Call Nurse.' button. He pressed it, and sure enough, a nurse soon came in.
"Yes?" She said sweetly to Stan. Stan looked at her for a moment before pointing to the sleeping Maxwell.
The nurse blinked then walked over to Maxwell, grabbing his book and setting a book mark in before grabbing an extra pillow and blanket for him.
"There we go. We'd let him sleep in the other bed, but we might need it for other patients. Maybe I can find an extra matress." She rambled on before leaving the room.
Stan let out a breath and laid back as he watched Maxwell sleep. As he did, he realized something, that he really didn't know Maxwell all that well. Sure, he had dated Sandy for awhile, but Stan never took the time to get to know the other.
'I'm sure I'll learn a few things while I'm here.' Stan thought before slipping into sleep once more.
A/N: How sweet! But...why does Maxwell care? Alter Ego: Yer suppose to know! You're the author! Ky: Oh yea! ;; Thanks for reading, please review.