A/N: Happy Monday!

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. The next one is much longer, promise. :)

Thanks to Bloodylilcorpse for reviewing the last chapter.

The doctor's visit wasn't very pleasant. The doctor, who went by the name Hatchet, was an old guy, with huge muscles and a bald head. He yelled the whole time, asking questions Mike narrowly avoided answering. Hatchet did bandage his hand properly, and gave him some clean ones to use when the current one bled through. He threw the t-shirt bandage in the trash. It was permanently purple now from absorbing so much blood.

"Now listen here, maggot. Don't go ripping your flesh open like that again, got it?! It might cause you to lose ability in your hand. And that ain't right. That ain't right…" And he went on to tear up before regaling them with tales from when he was a soldier in the army. "Twenty five of us went into the jungle that night...only five came out."

"Ok, we get it. Are we done here?" Zoey asked, slightly annoyed.

"We're done when I saaaaaay we're done! Which we are NOW!"

Trent paid Hatchet and led Mike and Zoey out. Mike was now limping. He no longer had to hold his hand now that it was properly bandaged.

"Thanks for taking me here, guys. Sorry I ruined rehearsal," Mike apologized.

"You didn't ruin anything, Mike." Trent assured.

"But it was the second-to last before opening night!"

Trent sighed. "I know. But you all have the whole thing down, inside and out. It doesn't help anyone, especially yourself, to be injured, so just… Take it easy tomorrow. See how you feel. If you're not up to it, don't come to rehearsal. If you are, totally come!" He smiled.

"Thanks again, both of you."

"We should probably head back. Everyone's waiting."

The three walked back to the theater and Trent began the rehearsal anew.

Mike was glad he didn't have to move a whole lot during the duration of the show, as the old man character. He still felt pain in his leg where he'd scraped himself, and in his hand. He tried to get through it and deliver his lines, but it became too much. By the end, he was again breathing heavily and sweating, carrying the dirt still caked into his skin down to his eyes. He tried to rub it out with his good hand, to no avail.

Next chapter is the end of rehearsal. We're almost back to his house.

Any reviews are appreciated. See y'all next Monday!:)