A World of Hurt

Murray was visiting Bentley and Penelope. Having just came out on top in the pro racing circuit in stock van driving, as well as demolition derby (a combination of his two passions: driving and destruction) Murray had been looking forward to hanging out with his old pal Bentley, and his girlfriend Penelope, who also worked with Bentley in pulling off high tech heists. The three were enjoying a casual dinner in the living room, checking out what was on TV.

"So you came first huh?" Bentley asked.

"Yes!" Murray replied. "Twice too!"

"By the way," Penelope said. "We managed to tape a few of your Demolition Derby events."

"Really?" Murray asked. "You must be big fans then."

"Of course Murray!" Penelope said. Bentley went into the kitchen. "You are after all a friend."

Then the news came on. One headline caught Penelope's eye. 'Breaking News, an Interpol officer was put in intensive care today while in pursuit of the Krakow Brothers.' Suddenly a picture of an officer appeared. It was Sly!

"Bentley!" Murray yelled. "You really need to see this!"

"What?" Bentley asked. Murray pointed to the picture of Sly. Bentley's jaw dropped.

'Interpol officer Inspector Sly Cooper was hospitalized shortly after an attempted bombing of the local Interpol Station. Inspector Cooper had put Jacques Krakow of the notorious Krakow gang yesterday night. This evening, the Interpol Station was bombed and Krakow was busted out. Inspector Cooper then proceeded to take in pursuit of the getaway vehicle on Interpol motorbike when someone fired an RPG at him. Inspector Cooper survived but has yet to make a recovery. Doctors are saying things are not looking good and it is expected that the inspector might not survive the week…'

Bentley went white. Everyone had tears forming on their faces. Things didn't look right. It was one thing to go on forever not knowing what has become of a disappeared friend. But it was completely different to find out to what happened to him by learning that he's going to die.

"I know what we should do," Bentley said. "Serum number fifty."

"But I thought…" Penelope said.

"Can someone tell me what you're talking about?" Murray asked.

"I developed an injection that contains nanobots that were designed to promote a speedy reconstruction of cells" Bentley said. "I developed it as an attempt to allow me to finally get out of this wheel chair and use my legs for once since that…well you know…"

"Wait," Penelope said. "Your going to risk never going to be able to walk again to save your friend's life?"

"Well…" Bentley said but he was interrupted.

"That is so sweet," Penelope interrupted, followed by a kiss between her and Bentley.

That night, the three, donning doctors' uniforms, snuck into the intensive care ward of the local hospital. They ducked into one of the rooms. Sly's room. They all stared at Sly's body, hooked up to several machines, one of them giving off an irregular pulse sounding. Murray took a look at the clipboard posted to his bed.

"3rd degree burns, broken collar bone, shattered femur, arterial bleeding, yada yada yada…" He said. "Man, he must be in a world of hurt!"

Bentley pulled out a syringe containing a red substance. He primed the needle. Penelope tied the rubber strap around Sly's left arm. Bentley then stuck Sly. Then the three left. They managed to leave the ward just in time.

Carmelita, unable to get some sleep, used her authority to watch over Sly even after visiting hours were over. Doctors told her there was not a chance for him. Carmelita, entered his room. 'Nobody should die alone'. She looked at the heart monitor. There was an irregular pinging coming from it. She was having trouble holding back her tears. She listened to Sly's shallow breathing. And then she exploded.

"Sly," she said. "I want you to know that you once meant something to me other than a partner. But I don't know how to say it."

Suddenly, the pinging from the heart monitor changed. It was regular. His breathing was no longer struggling or shallow. Sly's fingers twitched. Carmelita couldn't help but perk up. It was amazing; it was like his body was beginning to perk up. Carmelita couldn't help but call up the doctors who monitor Sly. The two doctors came rushing in, inspecting everything.

"Inspector Fox," one doctor said, with a proud smile on his face. "You can notify your superiors that Inspector Cooper will make a full recovery."