Chapter Three: What the Hells Wrong With Me?!
"Well, this is a story all about how my life got twist turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air.
"In west Philadelphia born and raised on the play ground is where-"
"STOP SINGING IZZY!!!" Alex shouted. "This is not the time nor the place to be singing! I'm about to get checked by a medical doctor! By the way: why was your dad looking at me first? He's a surgeon!"
"1) There's always a time and place for singing, and 2) I'm not sure. Maybe all the medical doctors were busy." Izzy explained.
"To busy for me?!" Alex said getting giant puppy eyes that were starting to get filled up with tears.
"AAAWWW! Don't cry Alex!" Izzy said, leaping onto her best friend.
"Haha, gottcha! I learned that trick from my paternal guardian."
"Why I otta…" Izzy grumbled.
"Please, wait until AFTER I graduate to murder my parents, I need them for student loan co-signing."
"Alright, but anywho I'm bored, let's play a game."
"Like what, we're in an empty hospital room, waiting for some moronic doctor to come check me out."
"Hot?"
"What?"
"Is this 'doctor' who is gonna 'check you out' hot? 'Cause if so, I'd love to get in on this action." Said Izzy, using a smirk and air quotes as her greatest artillery.
"Hate you."
"Love you too, hun. Now for my game proposition, Soon a few docs will come in and, as you so nicely put it check you out."
"Wait, you forgot your air quotes."
"O no! I mean this literally! Now, as for the game, I propose-"
"Wait, you wanna propose to one of them!?"
"No! though that would be funny. Anyways: I say that we have a contest to see who can make more doctors leave the room."
"I like where this is going! So, what are the rules of the game, and what does the winner get?"
"1) there are only 2 rules. Those rules are, 1) stop asking me stupid questions and 2) anything goes."
"I feel bad for the doctors that havta put up with us."
"As well you should. And 2) the winner gets, an apple pie!" Izzy said with an evil smirk.
"AW! NO! WHY!?!?" Alex started screaming. "ANYTHING BUT APPLE PIE!!"
"Ooooooh! That rhymes and here they come!"
Just as she said that, Dr. Cox, and the girls fathers entered the room.
"Oh what the hell Agatha! Why do I havta check out your daughter?!" Dr. Cox yelled.
"Oh! You wanna check me out?!" Alex asked. "But Jack already does that enough!"
"You want some ice for that burn?!" the three other people in the room said.
"I'm gonna ignore that horribly pitiful dis just as you seem to ignore the fact that you're white." Dr Cox said to the room in general, though it was obviously directed to J.D.
"Let the games begin…" Izzy whispered to Alex with a small smirk.
"Watch and learn, little girl." Responded Alex.
"Um, Chicita, I'm 16 months older."
"Shut up. Now, onto the game. I will begin-"
"What are you girls doing?" Whispered J.D., suddenly appearing on Izzy's right. In order to pointedly ignore him, the girls turned to their left, only to find Turk saying,
"Hey, don't exclude me! I want in on this fun too!"
"Can we actually act like big boys now?" Doctor Cox asked, instantly summoning the two to his side.
"Attack one." Alex whispered. Then, speaking at normal level, she asked Doctor Cox: "So, do you want to approve of my marriage with your son, or do we have to get married in Vegas?"
"That's it! I'm outta here!" Dr. Cox said in a huff as he left the room.
"Okay then!" J.D. said a little worried. "We'll just run a few routine tests to see what the hells wrong."
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(multiple tests later)
It had been a few hours since Alex had been admitted into the hospital and was in her hospital room with Izzy, who was still on her arm, and didn't plan on letting go.
"When the hell are the results gonna get here!?!?" Alex shouted, fully frustrated at the long wait.
"If they show that you're gonna die than I don't wanna see them!!" Izzy shouted, squeezing her arm harder.
"LOSING FEELING IN MY ARM THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!"
"Well, I'm not gonna let God take you away from me!" and as and after thought: "Least not yet. You're defiantly gonna die first!"
"O gee! Thanks! That makes me feel so much better!"
"You know it's the truth!" she said smacking her in the arm, still holding on might I add.
"You shouldn't say that while I'm in a hospital."
"We both know I shouldn't say that, ever. But since when has that stopped me?" Izzy said off-handidly while starring at the door.
"Hello, ladies" came a voice from behind them.
"Hi Janitor" said the girls in unison, not even looking back.
"Pneumonia, you have pneumonia. You'll survive." And with that, he strode from the room.
THE END!