A/N: I know I left a few people hanging and wondering on the last chapter. If I did, good. That's exactly what I wanted to achieve. :) I'm so cruel that way. Anyway, time to continue.
"Mordecai! Mordecai!" a voice echoed throughout his head. Mordecai's eyes snapped open and he realized he was in that same dream state he had before, Margaret being the only other presence around.
"This again? What am I doing here?" Mordecai asked.
"You and Eileen crashed because of some thugs," Margaret said.
"Is she alright?" Mordecai quickly asked.
"She'll be fine. You flew through the windshield and hit a tree, however," Margaret said.
Mordecai froze up for a second.
"Am- Am I dead?" Mordecai asked.
"Be real. When Muscle Man died from that accident, Death went to go get his soul. You wouldn't just automatically show up in heaven," Margaret said.
"Oh," Mordecai said, sighing in relief. "Well, why am I here?"
"You're unconscious. This is your dream state, and I'm basically the gatekeeper of this place," Margaret said.
"In the form of Margaret," Mordecai quipped.
"Yes, in the form of Margaret. My form was established in high school. When you turned red every time you saw her," Gatekeeper said.
Mordecai turned red and closed his eyes, trying to wipe his mind of the memories.
"Do me a favor, and don't bring it up. I'm already having a difficult time dealing with this," Mordecai said.
"Ah, your conflict. Save yourself the time and pain, and just ask Skips. He does know someone that can help you out," Gatekeeper said.
"Why don't you just tell me?" Mordecai asked.
"Ah, because it's not as fun as what's in store for you," Gatekeeper said, grinning widely.
"So my subconscious has a sense of humor. Who would've thought?" Mordecai said.
Eileen was lying in a hospital bed with her head bandaged and her bruises/scrapes patched, but she was sitting with a fearful air. She had the hospital sheets in a grip so tight, her hand was turning white. The doctors refused to update her on what was happening, which was giving her the wrong impression. She had called Margaret, CJ, and Rigby, who would tell everyone at the park. All of which immediately started coming over as soon as they were told.
The first to arrive was Rigby and the park workers.
"Where's Mordecai?" Rigby asked immediately.
"Still in OR, and that worries me," Eileen said, her hand not letting go of the sheet.
"What happened?" Benson asked.
"We were closing up the shop, and the guy that Mordecai kicked out earlier came back again, only this time there were four other guys with him. Mordecai got past them and we got in my car to get out. They decided to chase us, and we ended up crashing into a ditch. Before we crashed, I at least managed to get a seat belt on. Mordecai was halfway there before the car landed and... sent him flying out of the windshield," Eileen said, letting out a small sob before tears began to well up in her eyes again.
The expressions on their faces were half and half. Skips, Fives, and Pops looked upset at the news. Rigby, Benson, and Muscle Man looked angry.
"Do you know what they looked like?" Rigby asked in a furious voice.
Skips turned to the others and already knew what was on their minds.
"Now's not the time for that. Right now, we-"
"Where is he?" Margaret asked as soon as she walked in the door.
"Still in OR. The doctors won't tell us what's going on and we're allowed no where near," Eileen said.
"How did this happen?" Margaret asked.
"Some douchebags from the coffee shop ran them off the road. Mordecai ended up flying through the windshield," Rigby said, his tone half furious, half shaky.
Margaret held up her hands to cover her mouth and her eyes got a little watery.
"Is he OK?" she asked.
"That's the problem. We don't know. The doctors won't tell us anything," Eileen said.
"Which is stupid!" Rigby said, throwing his hands up in an outrage.
"Calm down. It won't do us any good to lose our heads now. All we can do is wait," Benson said.
"I agree with Rigby. It blows that they won't tell us anything," Muscle Man said.
"I second that," Fives said.
"I third it," Margaret said.
"Fourth," Pops said.
"We can complain about it all we want, but there's nothing we can do," Skips said. "As much as I want to know too, it does us no good to rile ourselves up. Let's get some rest and hopefully we'll know more in the morning."
"I'm not leaving," Rigby said firmly.
"I can understand that. If anyone else wants to stay, they'll have to sleep in the waiting room," Benson said.
"Can I speak for all of us when I say none of us are going no where?" Muscle Man said.
"Yes," everyone said in sync.
"Alright then, looks like we're spending the night in a hospital. Who's taking the chair in here?" Benson asked.
"I will," Rigby said immediately.
"Alright. The rest of us will in the waiting room. Call if you need anything," Benson said, walking out. Only Margaret and Rigby stayed.
Rigby sat in the chair, his hands over his face. Margaret leaned against a wall before speaking.
"Are you OK?" she asked in concern.
"I'm fine. Gonna be on workers comp for a few weeks, but I should be OK. I'm not really concerned about me," Eileen said, her tone getting sad again.
"He's tough. He'll make it," Rigby said.
Then the door opened again and CJ walked in.
"Isheokareyouok?" she said, her words coming out in a big jumble. Then when she made eye contact with Margaret, they both froze for a second, staring each other down.
It took Eileen some thinking, but she finally figure out what she said.
"I'm OK. Mordecai, I wish I could say the same thing. You know the doctors won't tell us anything?" Eileen said.
"That's how it works in these community hospitals. And I can't say I like it. In fact, it ticks me off to the extreme," CJ said, her voice angry and irritated before turning soft again. "What happened?"
"You know that guy who was flirting with you earlier?" Eileen said.
"What about him?" CJ asked furiously.
"I guess he planned on beating Mordecai up after closing time cause he embarrassed him. But when we got in the car, he ran us off the road and into a ditch. I managed to put a seat belt on, but Mordecai didn't and flew through the windshield," Eileen said, too tired to even find the energy to cry.
Her face was stunned for a second, like she was still processing it. Then her skin turned from the usual white to a dark black out of anger.
"Blowing apart the hospital won't help things CJ," Eileen said quickly, trying to temporarily placate her. "Plus Mordecai's still in here being operated on."
That last statement did the trick and it probably took all of her self-control, but it didn't feel like a hurricane was coming inside of the room. But her skin was still black. Out of anger and sadness.
"We're just waiting in hopes that the doctors will tell us something," Margaret said, her hands rubbing her throbbing temple.
"We're going to be waiting for a while. The waiting room is full, thanks to your co-workers. I guess I'll sleep on the floor?" CJ said.
"I've got a few sleeping bags in my car trunk. I'll go get them," Margaret said.
"That would be great. Thanks," CJ said.
Margaret nodded and left the room.
"Now waiting is the hardest part," Eileen said.
A/N: I'm giving to back to back updates! I know, it's shocking, but don't get used to it. lol. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the story. And I pity the fools who got Mordecai in the hospital. (Not really) Anyway, next update is coming soon and stay tune my peeps.