Disclaimer: Ha ha... I was kidding last time. I don't really own them. I'm sorry I lied.

Thank you, my latest reviewer, Achilles Maiden, for your kind review. It prompted me to write this next chapter. I was going to just go to sleep, as it is now past 1:00 am, and I have class at 9:00 am... but your review got me excited about writing the next chapter... so I did. :)

Here you go everyone. (this isn't the last chapter by the way... I cannot stop... This story might go on forever...) Anyway, enjoy:

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The sun had risen. Approximately 24 empty styrofoam coffee cups littered the floor. Pickles, Nathan, Skwisgaar, and Murderface still sat silently in the waiting room. It had been a very long hour.

When the doctor walked into the room, all four men looked up at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"Well, the surgery went fine," the doctor explained to them, "there were no complications, and Toki is doing great. The anesthetic still hasn't worn off, and won't for an hour or two, but he is doing alright, and you can see him when he wakes up, which shouldn't be too long."

"Why can't we see 'im now?" Pickles complained.

"Yeah," Skwisgaar agreed, "I wants to sees him also nows, too."

"Well, I suppose you can see him now, but he's asleep," the doctor explained, "and you cannot wake him up; he'll wake up on his own in an hour or so."

"Can we schee where you cut him open?" Murderface asked, "And can I have his appendixsch?"

The doctor couldn't help but show a bit of a grimace, "Perhaps you should ask Toki about those things, when he wakes up. I don't know if he'd want you to have his appendix."

"Awww," Murderface complained, "I already know he won't let me have it."

"Well, anyway," the doctor began, "he's in the other room if you want to see him. But please don't bother anything in the room. He's got a morphine drip, and I don't want it increased or decreased. It is at the correct dosage. Any more might get him addicted to it, and any less could make the pain from the surgery noticeable. So just don't bother anything, okay?"

"Yeah," Nathan said, "we won't, uh... bother anything... then."

They followed the doctor to Toki's room, and they all went inside. Toki was asleep in a bed, with the previously mentioned morphine drip put in place on his hand. The opposite hand from the previous IV's temporary residence. He didn't look sweaty anymore, as his fever was no longer present, but he did look slightly paler than usual.

"He's kind of, uh... pale," Nathan noted, looking at the doctor.

"It's common for someone who has just gotten out of surgery to appear slightly pale," the doctor explained, "he'll be fine though. In fact you'll probably notice that he will be looking better even as soon as he wakes up. The surgical procedure was not major, and he will not take too long to be completely back to normal."

"That's good," Pickles said, "So, heeey, doctor, maaaybee ya can leave now? We'll jest stay here, and wait for 'im to wake up, kay?"

The doctor looked slightly confused, but noticed that the expression on each of the band mate's faces told him that they no longer wanted him there, so he walked toward the door, but before he left he spoke one last time, "Remember, don't bother anything, and if you need anything I'll be right down the hall, so just call for me, or come find me. Also there is a button right by the bed, and you can press it to call me as well."

"Okays," Skwisgaar said, "Yous can goes now, den, hm?"

The doctor sighed and left the room.

"Well, hmmm," Pickles said, "Looks like he won't be wakin up fer a while then, huh..."

"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "Let's turn up that mor-phine thing. What's it do?"

"Wells," Skwisgaar explained, "De doctor guy saids it was likes he gets addicteds if it is turns up, so maybe is like drugs? Drugs is fun. Maybe we can finds mor-phines, hm? Tries it out oursel-eves?"

"Well," Murderface suggested, "We can juscht borrow schome of Toki's morphine."

"Nah," Pickles disagreed, "That stuff is like pain killer. If we take it away, ya know, Toki will be in pain... Let's just turn his up, and that way, when he wakes up, we can ask 'im, ya know, like what it does. And then if he likes it, we can try it later."

"Yeah," Nathan agreed, "that sounds like a, uh, good idea... I'll turn it up." he said, walking to the bed and adjusting the morphine dosage, "how much do I turn it up by?"

"Aw, jest a little bit, like not too much," Pickles told him, "we don't want 'im to get too much of it."

Nathan slightly increased the morphine dosage, and then looked around the room. There was nothing really interesting to mess around with.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Letsch wake him up," Murderface suggested, "Thisch isch too boring!" he exclaimed, walking up to Toki and shaking him by the shoulder, "Wake up, Toki!" he yelled. Toki didn't wake up. "I guessch that schtupid aneschthetic won't let him wake up. Geeeeze. This is taking forever. I'm gonna get more coffee," he said, and left the room.

"Yeah," Nathan said, walking toward the door, "I am going to, uh... get more coffee too."

Pickles and Skwisgaar were left in the room with Toki who was still sound asleep.

"Gawd," Pickles complained impatiently, "how long has it been? Like, when will he wake up?"

"I don'ts know," Skwisgaar answered, "I guess I just sits here and waits for him to wakes up," he said, sitting down on a chair near the bed.

Pickles sighed and sat down in another chair nearby Skwisgaar, "I was kind of worried, ya know?" he said, "Like, honestly... I knew it was just a little thing, but I dunno... Fer some reason I was really gettin nervous about this whole thing."

"Yeah," Skwisgaar agreed, "I was too haves a nervous feelings also. How bigs is de surgical cut?" he wondered aloud, standing and lifting Toki's shirt. It was a common medical scrubs shirt, as Toki had still refused to wear a hospital gown even right before he went into surgery. The doctor had succeeded, however, in convincing him to wear medical scrubs. At least they were more sterile than Toki's pajamas. Skwisgaar carefully pulled back a bandage that was over the surgical cut, and examined it. It was only 2 or 3 inches wide, and had been stitched up.

Even though the cut was not very large, Skwisgaar grimaced, "Ouch," he said, "Dat would have probablies been a painfuls. Good things he gots a mor-phines den, hm?"

"Yeah," Pickles agreed, looking at the stitches, "Let's jest put that band-aid thing back, an leave it alone fer now."

"Ya," Skwisgaar agreed, putting the bandage back in place. He looked down at his sleeping band mate. Toki did not look sick really. He was still a little bit more pale than usual, but he didn't seem to be in any pain, or to have any worries. Skwisgaar smiled and sat back down.

"I guess now we just waits agains," he said to Pickles.

"Yeah," Pickles agreed.

Pickles and Skwisgaar sat silently again in the room, with Toki sleeping next to them. After a few minutes Pickles left to get coffee, and didn't come back. Skwisgaar assumed that he and the other guys were hanging out in the waiting room again.

Skwisgaar looked up at the clock. It was 8:30 am. Toki had gotten out of surgery a little after 8:00, and the doctor had said it would be an hour or even two before he would wake up. Toki wouldn't be waking up for at least over a half an hour, and it could take even an hour after that for him to wake up, according to the doctor. Skwisgaar sighed and leaned back in his chair. The chair was not very comfortable, but he was very tired; he hadn't slept very long at all. He closed his eyes, and within a few minutes he, like Toki was sound asleep.

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I hope you liked this chapter. :)

As always, I will say this: there will be at least one more chapter, maybe more, depending on where I go with this. Please feel free to drop me a review. :) I get excited and write more when I know people are reading it...;)