A/N: I seem to be starting a lynching mob from the last chapter. Some sympathy for Mordecai. A lot of anger at the thugs. Don't worry, they'll be dealt with soon enough. Anyway, next chapter.
Rigby awoke with a jerk after hearing a loud bang in the room. He turned around to see Margaret sprawled on the ground at the door.
"What happened?" Rigby asked.
"I tripped and fell on the way to the bathroom. That happens when you're running on no sleep," Margaret said.
"Stayed up all night worrying about Mordecai?" Rigby said teasingly. Even though he was worried too, he couldn't resist poking fun at Margaret for it. Margaret blushed at the implication, but spoke with some pride in it.
"Yes I was. And I know you were too, so you can't really talk," she said, glaring at him.
"Well, excuse me for trying to lighten the mood. And we have two people in the room unaccounted for," Rigby said, looking around.
Margaret looked around and like Rigby said, Eileen and CJ were gone from the room.
"Where'd they go?" Margaret asked.
"Let's ask the lady at the front desk. Maybe she knows," Rigby said, walking out of the room and up to the desk. "Hey, did you see a mole and a cloud person walking around?"
"Yeah. Room 617. The patient in there seems to be stable now," the woman said.
Rigby and Margaret suddenly let out a big sigh of relief. Mordecai was alive, and they were in high spirits from that. Both people in question immediately broke into a run toward room 617. Rigby couldn't punch, but he sure could run.
Rigby immediately tried to open the door, but found it blocked.
"Why's the door locked?!" Rigby exclaimed.
"Oh, I guess they're awake now," they could hear Eileen say.
There were footsteps and then the door opened to reveal the room was nearly filled inch to inch with everyone. Rigby and Margaret barely had room to fit.(And this is Rigby, so you know the space is limited) Rigby somehow slid his up to Mordecai's bed to take a look at him. He was breathing regularly, so at least none of his injuries caused internal problems.
"How long has he been sleeping?" Rigby asked.
"The doctors put him on anesthetics that'll last until three in the evening. The ribs were the worst part. When he was hit, they said the sensation was something like an iron fist hitting it, so they had him sleep the pain off," CJ said, her voice soft.
Margaret barely regarded what CJ said. All she could focus on was the immobile blue jay lying on the hospital bed. She felt like she was moving at a turtle's pace, but somehow without any obstructions, she reached the side of his bed and looked at his sleeping form.
Without thinking, she traced a finger along the side of his bandaged head with a loving tenderness. A smile unconsciously spread across Mordecai's face at the touch. The smile caused Margaret to smile as well. Everyone else just watched the scene, strangely transfixed. Except for Rigby of course.
"Someone's a little lovey dovey," Rigby teased.
Margaret looked around as if suddenly remembering everyone was there and jerked her hand back before blushing bright red.
CJ stood there with a transfixed gaze at Margaret. The expression on her face gave nothing away, but on the inside she was half tearing her hair out. Metaphorically speaking. Though, like Mordecai from earlier, she knew she had no right to say anything. So she swallowed the bitter jealousy down and pretended like she didn't see it, even though Margaret knew everyone saw. Including CJ.
Margaret unconsciously took a step away from Mordecai as he began to shift in his sleep. She moved further back among the park workers as if they would shield her embarrassment. It didn't work.
"We really need to get back to work," Benson said.
"Really Benson? Work? At this time?" Rigby said.
"Mordecai is fine. He'll be sleeping for the next seven hours, so we'll come back when he's awake. If Mr. Maellard sees that we're not working, we're all in big trouble. And I get blamed for it because everything that happens here is my fault, so please get moving on my account," Benson said.
"Alright. We'll head back," Rigby said.
"Don't you two have things to do?" Skips asked Margaret and CJ.
"Work! Ah, crap. I'll be back later!" CJ said, dashing out of the room.
"And I got to head for the TV station. I get back after two, so I'll be back here soon," Margaret said, her eyes again on the blue jay.
"He's fine. Keep you mind focused on what's going on right now," Skips said.
"Yeah. Sure," Margaret said, sticking behind longer than everyone else. Before she left, she gave Mordecai a soft kiss on the forehead. "Be safe."
A/N: Short, but full of fluff don't you think? lol. Hope you enjoyed and are continuing to enjoy the series.