Disclaimer: I don't think I am any closer to owning Dethklok now than I have ever been...

Wooooot!! I've got two reviewers now. :) Thank you, Achilles Maiden and purpleleemer, for your kind reviews. You guys might like my other story, "Their Story" which is 10 chapters, but each chapter is about as long as these chapters, so it isn't too long. It's about mostly Skwisgaar and Toki, when they were younger. Anyway, you might enjoy it. :)

Furthermore, I will be changing the title of this fan fiction to "Appendicitisklok" but will wait a day or so, as I do not want to confuse any of my readers. :)

I said I wasn't going to write anymore today, because I'm sick, but I just got too excited when I saw that I had another reviewer. :) Hopefully the medicine I am taking doesn't negatively influence my writing... Anyway, here goes; enjoy:

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Over the next few days Toki healed quickly from the minor surgery. The other members of Dethklok visited him in his hospital room several times during the day following his surgery. By the second day after the surgery, however, he was feeling much better and was able to walk about Mordhaus, of course, taking with him the IV bag full of morphine, connected to his hand.

The doctor had in fact noticed that someone had turned up Toki's morphine drip, and had turned it back down. Toki, however, had turned it back up, and was presently walking through the halls of Mordhaus, with Skwisgaar.

"Dis mor-phines is likes candies," Toki said, smiling at Skwisgaar, "Makes me feels so fun. Ha ha ha."

"You know where da mor-phines are? Wheres de doctors keeps dem, Toki?" Skwisgaar asked, "I might wants to try a mor-phines."

"Okays," Toki said, "Let's go find a mor-phine fors you."

They walked to the hospital and into the individual rooms looking for morphine.

"I don'ts even knows what a mor-phines looks like," Toki admitted, "Dis just looks likes a bag of waters," he said, pointing at the morphine bag that he had been wheeling around.

They both turned away from the cabinets which they were searching when they heard the door open behind them. The doctor who had been treating Toki was standing in the door way.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked them.

"Nothings!" Toki yelled, looking nervous.

"You cannot be in here, rummaging through all of this medicine," the doctor told them, "Are you feeling alright, Toki? If you think you need medicine for something, just tell me what is wrong, and we can deal with it, okay?"

Toki looked like he was in deep thought, and then his eyes lit up and he looked at the doctor, "I needs another mor-phines... in da other hands."

"Toki, are you in pain?" the doctor asked.

"Uh..." Toki looked nervous again, "I don't knows... yes... no... maybe... I just needs another mor-phines. Just gives me a bag of mor-phines... I will puts it in my hand myself dis times. Just gives me a bags of it...?"

The doctor looked concerned. All this time Skwisgaar had just stood beside Toki. He didn't really know what he should say. The doctor walked over to Toki and examined the morphine drip that he had been wheeling around with him, "You've turned this up again," he noted, turning it back down.

"I needs those mor-phines!" Toki yelled.

"You don't need that much, Toki," the doctor explained, "you only need a certain amount to keep the pain away, alright? And if you keep turning it up you will get addicted to it. In fact, I think you might already be slightly addicted to it, judging by the fact that you keep turning the dosage up, and are in here looking for more... We are going to have to slowly turn the dosage down, until you no longer feel that you need it, alright?"

"No!" Toki yelled, "I needs it..." he said, looking as though he might cry.

"Well, there is no need to get upset," the doctor told him, "I will allow you to stay on the morphine for at least two more days. But after that you won't need it. You are healing quickly enough that you might not even need it now."

Toki narrowed his eyes and frowned, "Come on, Skwisgaar," he said, as he walked out of the room, with Skwisgaar following. "I goings a watch da tele-visions. Come withs me."

"Toki," the doctor called after him, "don't turn that morphine back up, and no drinking while you are on morphine, alright?"

"Whatevers," Toki agreed.

Skwisgaar followed Toki, but he did not go to the room where they normally watched television. Instead he walked to the kitchen, and sat down at the table, "You can trys my mor-phines," Toki said to Skwisgaar, as he pulled the IV out of his hand, "I just goings to drinks some vodkas."

"You sures?" Skwisgaar asked, "Maybe you shoulds just keeps da mor-phines for nows, hm? Withouts it you mights feels da pains from da surgicals, hm?"

"Dat's okay, Skwisgaar," Toki told him, "you goes ahead, trys da mor-phines. I wills be fines, with a vodkas."

"Okays den," Skwisgaar agreed, opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of vodka. He walked over to the table where Toki sat, and handed him the bottle, taking the IV from him, "Where's I put dis I-Vs?" he asked.

"Go asks Pickle," Toki told him, "Maybe Nathan knows? Deys had a I-Vs befores."

Skwisgaar went off to find Nathan or Pickles, leaving Toki in the kitchen with his vodka. After about 10 minutes Skwisgaar returned, and Pickles was with him. Apparently Pickles knew how to put in the IV, as it was now connected to Skwisgaar's hand.

"Heeeey, Toki," Pickles greeted him, "How's it goin? Ya gettin drunk? Me too." he said, walking over to the refrigerator and taking out a few bottles.

"Hi, Pickle," Toki said, with the effects of the alcohol already showing in his voice. "I getting tireds already," he said, "I thinks I goes back asleeps after a whiles."

"Ya," Skwisgaar said, "Yous tired because of de surgicals, probablies, but I gots to says... dis mor-phines is really goods. We might needs to buys it more oftens, hm?"

"Heeey, Skwisgaar," Pickles said, "in a few hours I wanna try that mor-phine, kay?"

"Ya," Skwisgaar agreed.

After about an hour of Toki and Pickles drinking, and Skwisgaar sitting with the morphine IV in his hand, turned up to a high dosage, Skwisgaar passed the morphine IV off to Pickles, and Toki decided to go to sleep.

"In a few hours, I'll come give this back to ya, kay?" Pickles said as Toki left the room.

"Whatevers," Toki said, as he was quite drunk. He stumbled down the hallway to his room, bumping into Nathan before he made it half way there.

"Uh, hey, Toki," Nathan said, "Are you, uh... drunk?" he asked, noticing that Toki smelled of alcohol and his eyes were unfocused.

"Ya," Toki admitted, "Are yous?"

"Uh... no," Nathan said, "aren't you supposed to... uh, not drink with that morphine stuff?"

"I don't gots da mor-phines," Toki said, "Pickle has it."

"Why does Pickles have it?" Nathan asked.

"Dey all wants to tries it. It's likes a candies," Toki said, smiling, "I is so tireds right nows, but if you goes in deres, tells dem to brings dat mor-phines to my bed rooms when dey's done withs it."

Toki started to walk away from Nathan, "Okay... uh... good night then," he said to Toki as his younger band mate stumbled toward his room.

Nathan went into the kitchen where Pickles and Skwisgaar were laughing, under the influence of alcohol and morphine. Nathan was tempted to take part in the morphine fun, but he had been addicted to morphine once before, and he did not want to try to overcome it again. So instead he sat down at the table, with Skwisgaar and Pickles, and drank the rest of the bottle of vodka that Toki had left out, fueling his own addiction.

He laughed to himself. It sure was going to suck for Toki, Skwisgaar, and Pickles when the doctor took their morphine privileges away...

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Well, this was going to be the last chapter, but I could not fit everything that I wanted to write in a chapter of roughly the same length as the previous ones... So I will be writing one more. :) Not tonight though... geeeze, I am tired...

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