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Nathan sat up in his room for what seemed like hours but was really only about 15 minutes. He wondered if he should go and tell Skwisgaar and Pickles about Toki. Maybe he should just wait until they woke up. But they'd probably be angry with him either way. They'd be mad that he woke them up, or they'd be mad that he hadn't told them about Toki's condition sooner.

He sighed and glanced around his room until he saw a bottle of alcohol on the floor. It was nearly full. He decided that he would drink the remaining part of the alcohol in the bottle and then go wake up Skwisgaar and Pickles.

Toki, though he had been quite tired before, could not fall asleep. He didn't like being in the hospital bed. Why couldn't he just sleep in his own bed?

"Hey, doctors!" he yelled.

One of the doctors walked into the room and he looked very tired, "Yes, Toki? Is something wrong?"

"I wants to go to my own bed. Dis bed sucks," he requested, "I just goes to my own bed, okays? Dat's where I'll be," he said, and started to stand up.

"Oh, no you don't," the doctor protested, "you need to stay here."

"But whys?" Toki complained.

"Because we need to be able to keep an eye on you. You should be here, because any medical supplies we might need are near-by," the doctor explained.

"Why we needs medicals? I's not even doing nothin; I just laying here, being bored, not comfortables. Is cold in heres too," he grumbled.

"I'll turn up the heat," the doctor said, walking over and putting his hand on Toki's forehead to check if he had a fever. Toki frowned up at him.

"Well, you don't have a fever," the doctor informed him, "is there anything else you need before I go?" he asked.

"No," Toki said, "Just turn up those heats."

"Alright," the doctor agreed, "And if you need anything, I'll be right in the room next door; just yell for me."

Toki nodded as the doctor left the room. Now he was all alone. And the room was still cold.

"Screw dis," he muttered to himself. The IV connected to his hand was on a pole with wheels on the end, just like the kind you might see someone walking around dragging with them in a hospital. He didn't see the harm in taking a little walk... to his room... to sleep there.

He got up, as quietly as he could and wheeled the pole with the IV out of the hospital and into the hallway. He kept walking down the hallway until he reached his room. This time, however, due to painkillers, he was not in any pain at all, and didn't really feel tired anymore.

He didn't really feel like going to sleep. Maybe he could go talk to Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar would probably be jealous that Toki was going to have a surgery. Toki smiled and made his way down the hall to Skwisgaar's room.

When he got there, he knocked on the door. He knew to never simply barge into Skwisgaar's room...

Skwisgaar came to the door, and he looked quite tired until he saw that Toki had an IV in his hand and was dragging a bag of whatever the IV was for along with him.

"Toki?" Skwisgaar said in a tone that indicated his fatigue, "What de hells is dat thing you's carryings around? Draggins arounds? Heh?"

"Oh, dis?" Toki asked, motioning toward the IV bag, "Dats medicines and hydrations. I gots appendageci-tums. Dey's goings to surgical my appendage. Cuts it out, so it doesn't splodes in my guts."

"You means appendic-sital? Appendcitia? Append- appendicoria- ah... appendic- I don't knows..." Skwisgaar attempted to correct Toki, "Uh- Hows did you gets a appendic-a-cititium-citus? Heh?"

"Don't knows," Toki said, his voice quite cheerful, "De doctors says I gots a flamed appendage. Maybe gots on fire... dat one time..."

"Eh," Swkisgaar began, "Dat one time... you think maybes you gots flamed appendice in dat one time? Maybe we be more careful when we cookings... from now ons..."

"We won'ts be cookings again anyways," Toki said, smiling, "You jealous bouts my appendagecitum? Gets a surgery?"

"I'm not jealous, Toki," Swkisgaar answered, "I doesn't liked surgeries. I hopes you don'ts dies in de surgeries."

Toki's eyes widened, "Dey said it wasn't dangerous surgeries... you thinks I dies, maybe?"

"I don't know, Toki," Skwisgaar said, "I hopes not. I am not a surgicals. I don'ts knows stuff abouts surgeries. I knows metal. No surgeries. You know dat."

"I think maybes I go back to de hospitals," Toki said, worriedly.

"Hey, you can stays," Skwisgaar offered, "You can comes in heres and talks fors a whiles."

Toki still looked nervous, but agreed anyway. He walked over and sat on Skwisgaar's bed. Skwisgaar, a few feet away, sat down on the other end of the bed.

"Nows I worried," Toki admitted, "Maybes I just don't do the surgeries. I don'ts wants to dies."

"Well, dey are doctors," Skwisgaar said, "Dey know whats they is doings in de surgicals. Just likes we are de death metal musicains, hm? We knows de metals; dey knows de surgicals. Dey knows if you needs a surgical. Dey will do the surgical right. Dat's a surigcal's job. To do a surgical."

"So, you thinks I should lets dem do a surgeries?" Toki asked, looking at Skwisgaar quite worriedly.

"Ya," Skwisgaar answered, "Dey knows what dey's doing. I don't thinks you should be all worrieds abouts it, hm? It wills be fines, I'm sure."

"Okays," Toki said, leaning back and laying down on the bed, the IV pulling off of his hand in the process, "Owwie, dat stupid I-Vees..."

"Maybe you should goes backs to de hospitals?" Skwisgaar suggested, "You might needs dat I-Vees maybe in your hands, back in?"

"I don'ts needs it," Toki said, yawning, "I's too tireds. I just wants to goes to sleeps. Worries about appendages laters."

"Do you wants me to goes gets a doctors? Has him comes here, puts in back de I-Vee?" Skwisgaar offered, standing up.

"Whatevers," Toki said, closing his eyes. He was suddenly very much aware of exactly how tired he was. It was nearly 7:00 in the morning and he still hadn't gone to sleep but for about an hour earlier. "Skwisgaar?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Ya?" Skwisgaar who was standing by his door, ready to go fetch a doctor asked.

"Don'ts gets a doctors," Toki requested, "Dose I-Vees... dey is not... very... comfortables..." he said, spacing his words farther apart as he drifted into sleep, "Just... don'ts gets... any of dem doctors... Don'ts need... a... I-Vees..."

Skwisgaar looked at Toki who was by now asleep on his bed. Skwisgaar was not usually responsible, but figured that he should probably go find a doctor. He didn't know anything about IVs but he assumed they were there for a good reason, and that Toki's should probably be put back in place.

He walked out into the hallway and bumped into Nathan.

"Oh, hey," Nathan said to Skwisgaar, "Uh... hey... Uh... Toki has appendicitis, and I thought you might want... to know."

"I knows alreadys," Skwisgaar told him, "He comes to my room. Tolds me. He fells asleeps, and his I-Vees comes out. I goes gets a doctors to puts it back ins."

"Wasn't he, uh... supposed to like... stay at the hospital?" Nathan asked.

"I don'ts know," Skwisgaar answered, "I goes gets doctors. Don't worries about it."

"Okay," Nathan agreed, "Well... Murderface already knows about Toki, so I guess I'll go tell... uh... Pickles... now."

"Okays den," Skwisgaar said, "I comes back here in a fews minutes with a doctors."

Skwisgaar and Nathan went down the hallway in opposite directions of each other. When Skwisgaar was out of site, instead of going to Pickles' room, Nathan turned to go to Skwisgaar's room. Sure enough Toki was asleep, laying on Skwisgaar's bed.

Nathan sighed. He had never been more worried about another person. Toki was like the little brother he never had. It was only appendicitis. That wasn't a big deal at all... So why did he did he have such a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach?

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