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Ch 5 Rufus part 1

Rufus did not know what to do. Ron had gotten hurt and he could tell that it was bad. He thought that it would be best to get out of the way because Rufus did not want to distract the doctors from their work. So he decided to find out what was happening here. The good news was that he wasn't hurt, so he checked on Kim but there were a lot of people in the room. So he did not go in there. The mole rat wanted to let somebody know he was OK, but he couldn't find the talking box that Kim carried around. Good thing he spent all of his time with Ron, all of that listening to him late at night, and being around Kim had improved his knowledge of human talk.

'Oh well, what's that smell?'

Rufus scampered around the feet of the nurses and other people on the first floor and found himself in a locker room. He peered into a bag on the ground, and he smelled baked goods, they weren't Nacos, but they would do in a pinch. As he was reaching in for the snack, Rufus overbalanced and fell into the bag with an "Eeep!" But he quickly forgot about the short fall because he landed on the mother load. A bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies and three muffins! Oooooo boy, somebody likes Rufus today!

The mole rat was startled out of his snack induced euphoria, and stuffing his face, when he felt the bag being lifted and slung around on someone's back he could tell that the person was going down a hallway, up a flight of stairs and down another hallway. While inside the stairwell, Rufus was able to make out some mumbling of a person saying something about …. rats?... and finding, and why me? Definitely why me.

'Oh well.' Rufus shrugged his little shoulders and turned back to his tasty discovery.

The bag was set down on the floor, and Rufus heaved his now stuffed naked tail out of the bag and shuffled down the hall, resuming his quest to mentally map the facility he found himself in.

Hopping halfway down the stairs in stairwell E, he made it to where the stairs broke and settled down in the corner where no one would step on him and rested a bit. Trying to figure out how Ron got as hurt as he did in the first place. He didn't understand. Always before when Rufus screamed a warning in a fight, Ron would duck or run or Kim would come and everything would be OK. What was different this time? These thoughts floated around Rufus' head as he fell into a light sleep.

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