He awoke with a start. It took his eyes several seconds to come to focus. All he knew was that he was hot, and the blankets that were scratching up his bare legs didn't help. By the time he managed to kick off the blankets, his eyes had begun to register his surroundings as more than a white blur. Now he could see that it was as boring a room as he had imagined. There were plain white walls, all with mysterious yellow stains, and no windows. The only light was coming from the overhead ceiling fan. Scott determined that it was sometime after midday, judging by the heat and the soap opera that was playing lowly on a tiny television in the far corner. Scott continued to sweat even though the blanket was now on the floor, mainly because the only breeze was coming from the light source, and it was going too slowly to affect anything. He looked for a "call nurse" button, but found none. He rolled his eyes and looked once more toward the small TV. He decided that he really couldn't possibly care less if Jennifer's baby was Jerome's or Charlie's. With a grunt, he heaved himself out of bed.

He had stumbled about halfway across the cold tile floor barefoot when the door opened. His hand reached for the pistol at his hip. He sighed as he remembered it wasn't there. Nor were his pants. For the first time, he noticed that he was wearing a green hospital apron. He averted his eyes from the doorway. It was much brighter in the hallway than in the room. He saw a huge silhouette block out most of the light.

"You really shouldn't be up yet. You were almost dead for quite a while." His voice was deep, but gentle. Scott arched an eyebrow. "Ever since you crashed into those punks. Don't you remember?" This time Scott had both eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I remember, but who are you?" His voice rasped a little, a sign that it had been dry for a while now.

The large man stepped fully into the room. It was then that Scott noticed that he wasn't really a man as much as a boy. He couldn't have been more than 17. He was large enough, but his face was more like a child's. Scott could even see the peach fuzz on his face. "My name is Anthony Savings." Scott smiled at the name. "But every body just calls me Tony."

Scott nodded. "Pleasure to meet you Tony. I assume I can thank you for peeling my body from the side of the road?" Tony dipped his head in affirmation. "So where is the priest?"

"Oh, I'm no priest." The voice came from the doorway, where the smaller of the pair was standing, hat in hand. Scott looked down to him. He had black curly hair. Scott guessed he had more than a little Italian in him. "At least not anymore." His voice was smooth, almost greasy. He reached out his hand and Scott shook it. "My name is Antonio Garcia." Scott's smile grew. "What"
He shook his head. "Nothing, but do you mind if I call you Tony?"

"Don't see why not." He replied. Scott started laughing now. He quickly calmed himself and wiped his eye.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how I'm gonna have to tell the boys at the station about how I was saved by Tony One and Tony Two."

"Which one of us is number one?" Antonio asked.

Scott thought about it. "I suppose since I met the big fella first, he'd be number one." Anthony chuckled as Antonio started to rebut.

Before they had much of a chance to argue, the nurse walked in. She was garbed like a nurse that one might see in a movie playing late night on CineMax. She was pushing a tray filled with clear plastic sacks. The plastic was clear at least, which gave them a good look at the milky yellow liquid. She smiled. She was quite cute. She tried to pin all of her blonde hair up in he paper hat, but a few strands escaped and hung in front of her face. She also happened to fill out her uniform quite nicely, as Antonio would point out later. "Excuse me Mr. O'Connor, Father, Tony." She paused before speaking the last name. Her face started to turn red.

Antonio glanced slightly incredulously to the big Tony before winking at the nurse. "Sweetie, drop the father thing. You can call me daddy." His voice turned from slightly greasy to sickeningly so. She giggled and shook her head, which freed more hair.

"Sorry, I don't do priests." She turned and pushed the cart to the middle of the room. Her hips swayed tantalizingly. Even Scott caught himself staring. Antonio was trying to close his dropped mouth with his hand, all the wile trying to explain that he was no longer a priest. She turned around with one of the sacks in her hand. "Alright Mr. O'Connor, time for your treatment." Scott looked at her like she was a raving lunatic.

"You want to put that," He pointed to the bag, "in me?" He asked it calmly, but with an edge that conveyed how crazy he thought she was. She shrugged. "Doctors orders." It was such a simple statement. As if she would do anything the doctor told her to. Scott suspected that she did, but kept that to himself.

"I really don't give half a rat's shit what the doctor says. You are not going to inject that piss into my arm."

Antonio spoke up. "Just do it man. She's super hot."

"I don't care if she's hot, no pee in me."

"I said super-" He was interrupted by Scott's arm shooting out in front of him.

"Silence! Tonytwo." He looked at the former priest. "I feel fine now. I'm going to collect my clothes and weapons." At this, Tony1 spoke up.

"Uh, your clothes wont be a problem, but the guns might be." Scott turned his head very slowly to face the big man that spoke up, who seemed to wilt under the gaze. "You see, um, when we brought you here, the police confiscated your guns. By the way, why do you carry three guns?" Scott placed his face in his hands and screamed. When he lifted it, he was calm. He turned to Tony2.

"Can I get a ride to the Police Station?"

Tony2 shrugged. "Don't see why not."

With that, the party headed down and within the next three hours, in which Scott got three marriage proposals based on his bare buttocks alone (one from a male nurse), they were out of the hospital and headed towards the PD. He was glad to be out of there. He was hotter now, garbed in his scratched up leather long coat, but at least there was no longer the smell, it smelled like death.