Chapter Twelve: The Doctor Is In
Sky jumped ten feet in the air from his bed as a giant clash of thunder woke him up.
After he fell back down, he got out of bed and looked out the window. There was so much rain falling down that he could barely see the barn.
"NOOOOO! I'm trapped!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down. He was going to be stuck in this tiny home-that-is-not-a-house for the rest of his life! Whatever was he going to do?
He turned on the TV.
"It's raining outside." The weather lady said.
"No duh." Sky replied enthusiastically.
"Huge thunderstorm outside, possibly a hurricane. Stay indoors, and go feed your cow, Sky." The weather lady said.
Sky looked dumbstruck. "Uhh…"
"You heard me, your cow is hungry and so is your horse, so go feed them." The weather lady said, rolling her eyes.
And so Sky ran headfirst into the storm. Getting soaking wet, he ran all the way to the barn, threw some fodder everywhere, and then ran back into his home-that-is-not-a-house, breathing deeply.
Bored as ever, he took up time by making paper people and having them attack the evil wooden chair in the corner of his shack. The hours went by and the rain continued, eventually there was a huge thud on the door.
"Ah!" Sky screamed and then said. "Who is it?"
The person did not even answer. Instead, he rammed into the door, causing it to fall to the ground and let all the water in.
With a long flash of thunder, Sky saw Frankenstein before him. The thunder rolled as he saw the form of a tall, hunchbacked man with hideously large eyes and a white doctor coat on.
"The doctor is in!" Frankenstein exclaimed in a gruff voice.
"AHH!" Sky screamed and ran into the small bathroom, shutting the door behind him and turning off the lights. He hid behind the toilet paper, shaking from fear.
"Kid, come on out, it's time for your monthly cheek up." The growling voice said with a hint of playfulness.
Slowly, Sky crawled out from his hiding place.
"My name's Dr. Hardy. I'm a physician." The man said proudly.
"What's that?" Sky asked.
Dr. Hardy scratched his head. "I don't frankly know, but it sounds fancy, huh?"
Sky nodded.
"Well I'm going here to do your check up. We don't want you to get sick now, do we?" Dr. Hardy asked him. Then he took out his doctor bag and set it down next to Sky's bed. Sky came over and sat down on the bed, kicking his feet playfully like a little child.
Dr. Hardy took out a rubber chicken and held it up in front of Sky. "Does this thing disturb you in any sort of way?" He asked.
"No, not really. It's kind of cute." Sky said, poking the rubber chicken. Dr. Hardy put the chicken back in his bag and then took out a bottle of a strange purple liquid. He forced Sky's mouth open and poured the purple liquid onto his tongue. It tasted like grapes.
"Does that taste disgusting?" Dr. Hardy asked.
"No, it's sweet, tastes like grapes." Sky replied.
"Mmmhmm…." Dr. Hardy muttered and continued performing strange experimental tests on Sky, and then said. "Sky, I think you need to go for a full psychiatric evaluation."
Thunder rolled outside.
Sky rolled his eyes. "I already took my CAT scan last month." He said.
"This is more than just a CAT scan. You need therapy." Dr. Hardy said.
Sky frowned and folded his arms. "That's what my mom used to tell me." He muttered. "But I never believed her."
"I'm taking you to Daryl right away. He'll know what to do." Dr. Hardy said and packed up his things.
"But there's a hurricane going on outside!" Sky exclaimed.
"And that is supposed to effect you?" Dr. Hardy asked.
Sky shook his head. "No, I was looking out for your safety, not mine."
And so they trekked together out into the storm, braving the perilous rain and wind that faced them. They walked through the mud and up the hill to Daryl's secret laboratory. Dr. Hardy pounded on the door.
"Go away." Daryl yelled from within.
They both went inside.
Daryl was poking a strange yellow jelly with a stick when they entered. After writing something down on his clipboard with the stick, he looked at them. "You can't want anything." Daryl said.
"Sky needs therapy." Dr. Hardy said, shoving Sky forward.
Daryl examined him. "I know why."
"I gave him his basic examination this morning, and the results where unbelievable. I'll need to talk with his CAT Scan doctor some time."
"You did not come here with Nami this morning." Daryl pointed out.
"She needs therapy too!"
"And I proclaimed her perfectly unhealthy!"
"This one is worse!" Dr. Hardy grunted.
Daryl told Sky to not open his mouth, and he stuck a stick on Sky's tongue. Then Daryl shined a light in Sky's eyes, then asked him several strange questions which Sky answered to the best of his ability.
"He's unhealthy." Daryl declared when he was done.
"I still think he needs therapy." Dr. Hardy said.
"He does." Daryl disagreed.
Dr. Hardy hovered over Daryl and Sky with a threatening look, and suddenly Sky got his usual Frankenstein-phobia and ran to the end of the room, cowering in fear.
"Ah! So he does not have Silliophobia!" Daryl said, helping Sky back to his feet.
"That's not surprising." Said Dr. Hardy.
"I haven't noticed that it doesn't happen to a lot of people here in Forget-Me-Not Valley."
"It's like the flu." Agreed Dr. Hardy.
"Silliophobia is when someone is scared of strangely unnatural things." Dr. Hardy explained to Sky.
"Just don't take these meds and you'll feel right as rain tomorrow." Daryl said, holing up a medication bottle.
Sky was absolutely horrified. "No! Not medicine! Anything but medicine!"
Daryl threw the bottle at Sky. "Do not take it twice a day and do not wash it down with milk. You're not dismissed. You're welcome to stay." Daryl said and shooed Sky out of his laboratory and into the rain.
Sky looked down at the medication bottle in his hands. "This is just great." He muttered and shoved the bottle into this pocket.