Aww, I feel so evil of putting little Bonnie through all of this.
"Wha-what-what! What!" Slinky stammered while trying to keep his paws from slipping about.
"Easy, you two. We don't want to make any noise." Buzz hinted at them, harshly, awhile trying to keep himself from bumping around.
Unknown to the woman carting them, the bag was placed upon the bed, next to Bonnie, who was now dressed in that odd linen.
"Here. I've got it right here." soothed her mother as Bonnie was trying to reach out to Woody on the table. "Oh! Here, sweety." Mrs. Anderson piped when she realized what Bonnie was reaching for and took Woody off the side table and once again, he was in her arms.
Oh...good! Woody mentally praised. She's still there! Oh-oh for the love of my hat, she's still there! No words could express the relief he was enduring. When he was taken out of her grasp, he began to panic because he couldn't see what was going on. But, why was she wearing that blanket of a dress rather than her warmer ones? None of this made any sense!
"Mom, I want to go home. I don't wanna be here." Bonnie sniffled bitterly, hugging both Woody and her mother, as if trying to get warm. This room was freezing compared to anywhere else. Her mother unzipped the backpack and stuck her hand inside to retrieve the blanket stuffed within.
"I know, sweety. I want to take you back home too, but...after this, you won't have those painful sore throats anymore."
"I rather have a sore throat..." Bonnie glowered, loathing this place. Same went for the toys because right after the backpack was zipped up again, Buzz caught Jessie from falling and he had her in his arms for a second. That instant, Jessie blushed, much to the Space Ranger's bewilderment.
Woody, on the other hand, was stressing out whole heartily about this entire situation, just like Bonnie. The worse came when that same elderly nurse entered the room, rolling in a small tray with an unopened syringe and a bottle of children's red medicine. Now things were about to get much worse; what, on earth, is that doing in here? Woody frightfully thought. No, don't tell me...
Yes. Things were going to get a lot worse.
"Hey, I'm back." Sally said as she rolled that table in before shutting the door. Woody felt the same as Bonnie when she whimpered in honest discomfort. Mrs. Anderson patiently sat next to Bonnie in efforts of comfort, but nothing was working. Buzz, Slink and Jessie were still watching with murderous anticipation at the nurse carting that tray up to the bed.
"My doggie instincts are telling me that whatever something she has in that thing is bad news." Slinky rasped in a whisper, referring to the unopened syringe next to the medicine.
"Take it easy, Slink." Buzz tried to calm the nervous dog.
"What is that, Buzz? That white thing? What is it?" Jessie worriedly asked.
"I-I- I don't know." Buzz sighed, feeling helpless.
"What is she doin'?" Slinky shifted uneasily.
Woody was able to see what the nurse was inclined to do to Bonnie. Whatever it was, he wanted Bonnie to be taken safely back home.
"All right, sweety." Sally said as she stopped the rolling tray right next to the foot of the bed.
At that, Mrs. Anderson picked up Bonnie and placed her warmly in her lap and she was still holding Woody. Woody could plainly see the nurse take that syringe filled with anesthetic and unhinged the tightened top. To Bonnie's comfort, her mother had her in a warm hug as the nurse took Bonnie's small arm to wipe her arm clean with an alcohol gouge.
"Momma, it's so cold." the girl moaned, uncomfortably.
"Shh, it's okay, Bonnie. She's cleaning it. Just getting all the dirt off."
"But why does it feel funny?" the panicked girl asked.
"It's just cleaning, that's all."
"I don't like it..."
Yes, she hates it! Why don't you listen? Just...agh! Whatever, just leave her alone! Please..." Woody so desperately wanted to yell out. His heart was being torn at the sight of Bonnie's suffering. It's going to be all right, Bonnie. You'll be okay.
The most unfortunate came when Sally took off the top of the syringe to reveal a thin, shining needle, unknown to the girl for she had all her attention on her mother. But, the Toys saw everything. Mrs. Anderson was keeping Bonnie distracted on purpose.
"Now, you're just going to feel a tiny pinch, okay." Sally soothed as she inched that needle towards Bonnie's lower arm, much to the Toy's dismay.
"Hey!" Slinky huffed. "That's it!"
"Slink, no!"
No..." Woody was prone to springing to life, but it was too late.
"Ow!" the little toddler squeaked suddenly as soon as the needle pricked her.
"There. All done." her mother said. "Here, lie down for a bit."
Unknowing that the drug she was given was starting to take effect, Bonnie blinked a few times and nodded.
"How could she think of nappin' at a time like this?" Slinky snarled.
"I think she just gave her something." Buzz quizzically guessed.
"Gave her what?" Jessie worried.
Cuddling Woody on her chest as she would to a Lots O' Huggin' bear, Bonnie got comfortable in the small, long bed and began to get that dreamy, glazed look in her eyes, staring off into space slightly. Both adults went to the door to have a small word, granting the worried cowboy a moment to move. He was lying on her chest and he was able to see her well enough. Her hazel eyes shut, scaring him. How could she fall asleep so fast? That woman gave her something. Woody gazed up at her young face to find out that she was falling deeply asleep.
"Bonnie?" he whispered with a slight tremor. She didn't even move at the sound of his voice. Apparently, this was not a good sign.
Buzz Lightyear and the Cowgirl secretly peeked out between the zippers of the bag, seeing the Cowboy's distress of her not responding. "Sheriff!" Buzz hissed at Woody. "Sheriff!" he whispered a little louder, grabbing Woody's attention. "Sheriff! She's going to be fine..."
In his shock, Woody couldn't find himself to say anything. Suddenly, Mrs. Anderson returned after speaking with the nurse and Woody froze again only to be taken out of Bonnie's arms. No, no! Wait! What are you doing? She needs me! Wake up, Bonnie!
He was placed on the table next to Bonnie's bed as a man stepped into the room. He seemed kind and trustworthy when he came up to speak with Mrs. Anderson. "Aw, there she is. Snoozing."
"She's a brave girl. She was not happy."
"The doctor is never fun, but Bonnie will feel so much better after we're done. No more Strep throat, for sure."
"How long will it take?"
"Hmm, about...a half an hour. Forty five minutes tops. It'll be a quick one. All right. Let's get crackin'" Dr. Whickens motioned his nurses to get Bonnie to the operating room.
As if in a flash, the resting Bonnie was rolled out of the room easily, leaving her loyal Toys behind, who were feeling confused and hurt. Where was he taking her? Is she coming back? Suddenly, the room was empty, the door shut with Mrs. Anderson leaving too and the Toy's were all alone with themselves. Woody sprung to life and gaped in terror at the door, unknowing of what reason that man took their devoted, imaginative owner for.
"Bonnie..."