Mr. Peabody awoke slowly aware that he was hooked up to an IV bag in a medical bag. He slowly realized that someone had been working hard to save his life. But why, for his mind? He was tired of trying to help a race that wouldn't even let him keep his son, he wasn't in the mood to help the world. He would've rather gone back in time and died in the Trojan war or some other foolish fight. He felt useless. He noticed a young man was sitting nearby and that there was some blood on his gloves. Apparently he had just done some surgery on him. He looked over to a notepad that had his condition on it. "Suffering from Broken Heart and bad kidney. Status: Replaced kidney successful. Heart condition: Unknown". Mr. Peabody couldn't help but groan at that.
His groan had the unwanted effect of waking his doctor. The young man lifted his head, hair still covered in a hair net and his eyes covered with a set of safety goggles. Mr. Peabody felt so weak he could barely move. "How are you feeling Mr. Peabody?" The man's voice was calm with a hint of worry in it. The doctor walked towards a sink and trashcan and removed his gloves. He then proceeded to wash his hands as the dog struggled to sit up. "Don't try to sit up, Mr. Peabody, it's not the wisest move at the moment, and I'm here by pure foolish luck." The doctor then threw his hair cap in the trash to reveal his red, spiked up hair.
"Who are you? Why are you…?" He started to struggle a little with breathing. The doctor handed him an oxygen mask and helped him to place it over his snout.
"…helping you? I have my reasons, Mr. Peabody. I'm just glad the surgery was successful. It helps that you cloned your major organs as a young pup. You needed a kidney transplant. I'll ask about that at a later date, but thankfully you had set up an emergency computer program that told me where to find the spare kidney." The doctor adjusted the pillows to make Mr. Peabody more comfortable. "You'll be off your paws for a few weeks."
"You mean my feet, I'm still considered a man by some people you know." He grumbled.
The doctor smirked, put the goggles to be washed in the sink, and placed a pair of thick black glasses on his eyes. "I know Mr. Peabody, but if you'll excuse me, I have a court case to get to. Then maybe you'll be feeling better."
"A court case? Who are you?" He could still barely see since his glasses were on a table next to the cryogenics chamber.
The doctor grimaced and grabbed the dog's glasses and his red bowtie. He carefully placed on the snout so he could be seen. "My name is Doctor Sherman Peabody, and I'm going to change the past."
"Sherman!" The dog gasped as he looked at him with surprise as he now recognized the young man in front of him. It was his little boy, but all grown up. "But how?" The grey furred beagle was now crying slightly.
"Everyone thinks you're dead so I was allowed to come back and look the place over. I'm going to fix this Mr. Peabody, don't worry." Sherman headed towards the door that would bring him to the WABAC. "I'll be back soon… I love you… dad…, don't forget that."
"I love you too … son." With that, Mr. Peabody fell into the first peaceful sleep in ages as he felt his heart start to heal.