The Doctor's
By: JadeDragonKnight
Chapter 2
A few minutes later, the three knights entered the village and pulled up to the doctor's office. Blade and Sword supported Meta Knight under both his arms so he wouldn't collapse in pain.
"You do realize you're holding me against my will," Meta Knight stated.
"Oh knock it off," Blade replied.
"You're going to see Yabui whether you want to or not," Sword replied firmly.
They went into one of the rooms. It looked like a typical doctor's office. Yabui was waiting inside.
"Ah, you're here," he warmly greeted, taking up a glass filled with white liquid, "you must be tired. Have a drink."
The elder handed Meta Knight the glass and went to prepare the examination bed.
"We're tired…too," Sword tried to explain before he walked away.
Meta Knight quickly drank the beverage, set the glass aside, and sighed.
"Let's get this over with," he said as he hopped onto the paper covered bed.
Sword and Blade closed the door and stood next to the bed. Yabui looked through his endless files on his shelf for a moment.
"Well, I don't seem to have any medical records of you, Sir Meta Knight," he stated.
"Probably because I've only had one formal check-up in my life," the knight replied.
"Really?" Sword and Blade asked simultaneously.
"Well then," Yabui said, "We'll just have to start from scratch then."
"Is that really necessary," Meta Knight shrugged, "I just need you to check my-"
"Here," the doctor interrupted, shoving a clipboard and pen at him, "Fill this out."
The knight sighed and began filling out the medical information sheet. Meanwhile, Yabui went to a device on the wall and took a Velcro air strap from it. He came over and wrapped it around the knight's arm as he finished filling out the sheet. Yabui took the clipboard from him and went back to the device on the wall and took a little hand bump from it. He began to squeeze it repeatedly as he read over the paper. As he squeezed the pump, the Velcro strap on Meta Knight's arm got bigger.
"So," the doctor mumbled, "not allergic to anything, doesn't take any prescription medications…"
The band began to constrict Meta Knight's arm, but Yabui didn't seem to notice.
"Ow, uh Yabui, I think that's enough," the knight exclaimed.
"Huh, he didn't fill out the species column," the elder muttered to himself.
Meta Knight began to winch in pain from the squeezing air belt.
"Get this thing off me!" he shouted to his surprised subordinates.
Sword and Blade rushed over and took hold of the band. Then, they pulled as hard as they could while Meta Knight leaned back. Meanwhile, Yabui obliviously looked up at the device and stopped pumping for a second. A round meter on it with a quivering needle pointed to a certain number.
"Blood pressure seems normal," he concluded.
The lack of pumping let the air escape from the strap. Suddenly, the Velcro ripped and Sword and Blade went flying across the room. Meta Knight slammed back on the bed from the sudden force. Yabui looked questionably at the meter when it suddenly went to zero, unaware of the crashing sound behind him. The two knights let go of the band and it sprung back to the device on the wall. Yabui recorded the number and went to his desk to get something, while Sword and Blade collected themselves. Yabui came back with a small hammer.
"Now I have to test your reaction time," the doctor informed.
Meta Knight sat up with a hand rubbing his arm. The doctor looked questionably at his feet.
"You don't have any knees," he concluded.
"No one in this village does," the knight replied impatiently.
"Well," Yabui said, taking his arm, "We'll just have to use an alternative."
"Wha-"
Before he could finish, Yabui bumped the inner side of his elbow with the hammer. Immediately, Meta Knight's arm swung up and whacked him in the face.
"Ow!" the knight gasped as he grabbed his face in pain.
Sword and Blade tried to hold back a howling laughter. Yabui marked his reaction time as normal. Meta Knight rubbed his face with one hand and growled in anger.