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Rudy dropped all he was doing. He forgot about the bomb and Skrawl, and worried about his mom and Blocky later. All he could think of right now was saving Snap.

"You'll be o.k. buddy, you'll be o.k." Rudy said as he picked up Snap on one side and Penny picked up Snap on the other. They carried him as they looked for the Chalk hospital. They had not used it since the big Christmas mishap two years ago. However, they needed it now.

When they finally found it, they had been walking for what seemed like two hours. Snap had nearly bled to death. Now he was unconscious.

"Rudy, hurry, he is going to die!" Penny pleaded seeing Snaps state.

They got to the Chalk hospital and walked through the door. It was incredibly small for what it was, and Rudy hoped they would clear a room for Snap. They went up to the receptionist's desk and told their problem. The receptionist explained:

"We could fit him in, but we would have to knock a recovering patient out."

"Please do anything!" Rudy desperately cried, "It is an emergency!"

Therefore, they knocked the patient out and put Snap in the emergency room. After a couple of short moments, the doctor came in.

"Is he going to live?" Penny asked perplexed.

"It's a bad wound to his chest," The doctor explained, "He has a 1 in 5 chance of making it."

"Do not worry, little guy." Rudy stoked Snaps head reassuringly. "You will be o.k. we'll get out of here, the bomb will be found, Blocky will be put behind bars. He will never do this to anyone again."

Rudy rested his head assuring on Snaps side, lying in the hospital bed with him. He could not stand to see him like this. He hoped with all his heart he would live.

"Rudy," Penny said a little shook, "Do not worry about finding the bomb. I think I know how to use the UHSD I could look for the bomb for you, since it is such an emergency we find it."

"Go ahead, Penny." Rudy was crying. His arms hugging snap in a loving gesture. "I will be here for awhile."

Penny could not stand seeing this emotion so much. She had not seen anything like this since her great- grandmother died in her grand – mother's arms. Shoving the thoughts of the situation aside, she flipped the switch on the UHSD. She grabbed a shovel and drugged it along behind her. She was walking along when all of the sudden it went on one of its crazy fits. She took the shovel and dug out until she found…

"A bomb!" Penny exclaimed and quickly did the only thing she could think of: pick it up. It was not the smartest thing to do, but she was not thinking clearly now, and obviously her new good looks were getting to her head, that and Snap's condition.

How do I deactivate it? She thought.

Back at the hospital, the doctor had put Snap in a bunch of IV lines and had bandaged his wounds. He had to perform some surgery to his chest, to repair it, now so he was trying to get Rudy to come off the bed.

"You have to leave now, son." The doctor was gentle, but firm. Rudy understood he had to go, but could not bear to part with Snap. He was crying and shaking, but he left the hospital. He went to search for Penny. When he finally found her:

"Rudy," Penny exclaimed, "Look what I found! The only thing we need to do now is figure out how to deactivate it!"

"Great!" Rudy was a little calmer now. "You just flip this switch." Rudy flipped a small switch on the bomb and set the bomb from on to off. In all the mass sadness that had taken place, Penny messed up on even the simplest things. She saw Rudy was still sad.

"Let me talk to you about pain and suffering, Rudy." Penny said in a most comforting tone.

"Why Penny, why do these things have to happen?" Rudy was back to crying and shaking.

"My great- grandmother had battled lung cancer for fifteen years. She went on chemo- therapy that made her lose her appetite and the zest for life she once had. She was withering away for the remainder of her life. She could not enjoy or be enjoyed by the people she once was. Just last year, in the hospital, my grandmother was holding my great- grandmother in her arms, sharing her last goodbyes. She died in her arms. She DIED Rudy. Her life was one of PAIN and SUFFERING. She was not happy till she went to her HEAVENLY HOME."

"How is that supposed to make me feel better?" Rudy was crying at the sadness of this story and the pain of the current situation.

"It is NOT supposed to, RUDY." Penny exclaimed. "It supposed to show that THESE THINGS HAPPEN."

"Well I do not want these things to happen! I am going home!" Rudy weakly drew a scooter and whizzed back to the portal in under fifteen minutes and went home.

He spent the night crying in his bed.