Chapter 2! I don't own the Smurfs!
Handy's POV
"What's wrong with him, Dr.?" Papa Smurf asks. We are in Dr. Smurf's house. Hefty is still unconscious, on a table, and Doctor Smurf is taking a look at him. I squeeze my hands together, waiting for an answer.
Dr. listens to Hefty's heart with a stethoscope, and frowns. My lips twitch. He feels his pulse and frowns more. My lips tremble. Dr. listens to Hefty's breathing, and his mouth curves down, so much that he looks like Grouchy. A small noise escapes from my mouth. Finally, Dr. Smurf sighs and looks at us with sad eyes.
"Truuth is...I-I don't know...I have no idea what is wrong with Hefty. His breathing is way too slow, and so is his heartbeat. His body is cold, but his face is hot. His mouth is bone dry. I have never smurfed up something like this in my studies!" He sighs deeply and sits down, ashamed. "What kind of doctor am I if I can't even figure out what is wrong with Hefty!"
Papa Smurf smiles sadly and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Don't blame yourself for not figuring out what is wrong. This may be a new kind of sickness, that no one has ever seen yet."
The once Dabbler smurf looks at me wearily. "Was Hefty with you this whole morning?"
I swallow. "No, just right now before I called Papa Smurf. But when I talked to him, he would just stare at nothing, as If he was lost."
"Do you know where he was before you talked to him?"
"This morning, Hefty arrived from that small trip I sent him on," Papa Smurf says for me.
"I'm afraid I missed it when you sent Hefty on that trip. Where did you send him to?"
"I needed some of that scum stuff that floats at the top of the water in a bog. I was going to go myself, but I was reminded of something I had to do. Hefty really wanted to go, so I sent him for me, to go to that poisonous bog with an oxygen tank-"
Papa suddenly stops and stares at space. I look at him.
"...unless he lied to me..." Papa finishes. "...Dr. Smurf...can you perform a blood test on Hefty?"
"Sure thing!" Dr. goes into another room, and brings back a thingy to take out blood, and another thingy. You know, when the squeeze the arm before taking blood. Hey, I'm no doctor, so I have no idea what they're called! Dr. Smurf wraps Hefty's arm with the long thing, and disinfects the part where the blood will be taken out. He then inserts the needle into Hefty's muscular arm.
I turn around quickly at the sight of something red. The sight of blood makes me squeamish.
"Great Smurfs!" Papa Smurf shouts. I quickly look at him and see that he's looking at the blood. So I turn, and gasp.
Hefty's blood is nearly purple!
Papa Smurfs sighs. The sigh sounds more of a frustrated one. He looks at my best friend, and shakes his head.
"Oh...Hefty...did I not warn you? Why did you lie to me?" He whispers.
"What?" I ask. He ignores me. My own Papa, ignores me. Tears form in his eyes.
Tears is never a good sign, especially if it's on our leader. My throat clogs up, and my heart falls to my stomach.
"W-what? What's wrong? What's going to h-happen?" I choke out.
Papa Smurf gives me a watery smile. Oh smurfs, I know what is coming next. "Don't worry Handy. Just go to your house and soon everything will be-"
"I'M NOT A SMURFLING ANYMORE!" I shout. "I am over 150 years old, and I have a right to know what is smurfing on here! I-I'm his best friend, for smurfing out loud!"
Papa Smurf sighs. "Hefty has been badly poisoned. He either fell into the water, breathed the air, or ate a berry of that poisonous bog. I suspect that he did two or three of those things, based on the color of his blood. I WARNED him to be careful, but Hefty can be careless sometimes. How he thinks he's so tough has scared me, and now that worry has come true. This kind of poison is not just any kind. One good thing is that It doesn't kill instantly. The bad thing is that you never know when it will kill. It can either be a slow or fast killer. But as the poisoned organism slowly dies, this kind of poison destroys all the blood cells, it paralyzes the nervous system, it damages the brain, and the last thing it does, is that it stops the heart. It's not pretty. …...and now H-Hefty has become a victim..."
"S-so you're saying that...that Hefty is going t-to d-die?" I gasp. Tears spill over my eyes. "I-Isn't there something you can do to c-cure him?"
"Luckily, there is a cure. However, I have no ingredients to make that cure, and all the stuff I need is far away. I would have to send a group of smurfs to get the stuff."
I raise my hand. "W-well, I'll go, of course I'll go!" I say, feeling more confident now. I'm surprised to actually not have broken down and cried hard when Papa explained what was going to happen to Hefty.
"It will be easy to get the group, but the hard part is figuring out when Hefty's last day will be," Papa tells me.
"Huh?"
"Like I said, it is either a slow, or fast killer. He may be dead tomorrow, the next day, the day after that...but organisms who become victims of this poisoning don't live longer than two weeks...But, because of Hefty's color of blood...he has up to one week, one day..."
My eyes widen. My confidence just fell off a mountain and broke it's leg. "S-surely we can be back by that time..right..?...and what will you tell Hefty when he wakes up?"
"He won't wake up Handy...unless we save his life."
I close my eyes and sniffle. Why Hefty? This is what thinking you're so tough and strong gets you in. This is the kind of trouble you get in. Oh Hefty...
I open my eyes. I'm surprised to find tear tracks on my cheeks. Papa and Dr. look at me. I sniffle one more time, and frown. "RIGHT! There's no time to lose! I'll tell Harmony to call everysmurf to the center, and choose a group to come with me. Papa Smurf, can you please pack for me food and some other supplies for the trip? For like about 6 or 7 smurfs?"
"Yes, just as long as you don't take Greedy with you," Papa jokes. I can't help it but laugh a little. "Don't worry, I didn't plan on taking him anyways. You smurfs need him to make meals for you."
I run to the door, but stop and turn to look at Hefty. He's just sleeping, I tell my mind. "Papa Smurf?"
"Yes?"
"Is Hefty going to stay here, on the table?"
"No. The poisoning that Hefty has is also dangerous to others, because his body will begin to emit poisoning in a few hours, so he will be put in his house. His house will be shut and locked with a key, and all openings will be closed up. No smurf will be allowed to enter without wearing protective clothing. I know, it's sad to have him shut away, as a danger to everyone else, but we must also protect the others."
It is sad, but all I have on my mind is the trip, and saving my buddy. I nod, turn around, and go and hug Hefty. His body IS cold. Don't worry buddy, we'll save you! Just hang in there!
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I found Harmony and had him play a fast tune. When everysmurf began to come slowly, I had Harmony play a faster tune. The smurfs began to run over. Now, I am choosing the group to go with me. All the smurfs are asking me what is going on. But I have no time to explain. I look over the group, and notice that Smurfette isn't here. Doesn't matter, I didn't plan to take her anyways.
Vanity wouldn't be a good choice. He would just stare at himself and not really care that much about getting here on time. Farmer has to attend the fields. Definitely not Sloppy Smurf. Oh I know!
"Tracker, come and stand by me please!" I call down to him. He stares at me, confused.
"I'll explain later!" I tell him. He hurries and stands next to me.
Okay, only five or four more smurfs. Umm...
"HARMONY!" I shout and point at him. He gets startled. "Come stand next to Tracker!" Harmony obeys.
Okay...okay...uh...um...ummmm...Not Grouchy, I'm sure he would help, but he would probably make me feel as if it's too late with that frowning face of his. Not Jokey. Yes, he can get serious when he wants to, but he likes to make a joke of almost everything. Not Lazy, he would just sleep...
"GUTSY! Come and-"
"Yah, I know lad!" He replies and goes to stand next to Harmony.
That makes four...now next up is...ugh, I don't know who...um...
"Dreamy!"
He knows what to do now, so he comes and stands next to Gutsy. Okay, two more...two more...um... not Painter. He would bring along his canvases and paints for sure. And there's no time to paint! Oh Smurfs! I have no idea who else to choose, I know the rest would probably slow me down, or something. Okay, well I do know who, but man, oh well, I hate to do this, and I know who is going to go along with him, but I know that they can get the job done...I hope...
"BRAINY and CLUMSY!" I call out. I know the two will want to stick together, so I called both of them. I just hope Brainy doesn't go back to being the big bossy pants on the journey and not help out. And I hope Clumsy won't trip and lose ingredients we need. But like I said earlier, I know that they can get the job done. I turn and look at the group next to me, curiosity in their eyes.
"Come with me, and don't ask anything. Everything will be explained soon," I tell them. Then I face the rest of the group. "I know maybe you smurfs may be wondering why I chose these smurfs and for what. Well, Papa Smurf will explain everything later!" Quickly, the other six smurfs follow me quietly, back to Papa Smurfs lab.
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"What's goin' on, Papa?" Gutsy asks and folds his arms.
"Yeah, why we're we called?" Brainy asks.
"Uh, yeah, why?" Clumsy says.
"Are we in trouble?" Harmony cowers.
"No, didn't you see that Handy was choosing? Must be for something important!" Tracker replies.
"We'll find out soon enough what we were called for," Dreamy says.
Papa Smurf comes out of a room and closes the door. "Are these the ones you are going to choose for the journey?" He asks me.
"Yes, Papa Smurf," I reply. He looks over the ones I chose and nods. "Good. Okay, now listen closely, my little smurfs. Hefty has fallen sick, really sick, and I need you smurfs to go and smurf up some things I need to make a potion to cure him. You will all take Feathers. Go beyond the mountains, and—Here," He gives me a map. "I have no time to explain. I have marked the locations on the map where you need to go. DO NOT WASTE ANY TIME! Hefty only has a short time to live. Handy will explain more along the way. And here!" He gives me another paper. "That is a list of things I need. Getting the ingredients will be tricky. Only three out of those ten things I need will be found in the wild. The other things...well, you'll see for yourselves. Now go, my little smurfs, GO! And good luck!"
"B-But I don't understand? Why has Hefty gotten sick?" Tracker asks.
"I'll explain on our way!" I shout, desperate to get going already. I grab seven different bags with food, water, and supplies, and hand one each to a different smurf. We all head outside and find Feathers waiting for us. Smurfs are looking at us curiously, wondering where we may be going. We get on feathers, Me at the very front, and ride into the sky. We hear shouts of goodbye, and I hear my team shout goodbye.
I lean closer to Feathers. "Fly as fast as you can girl," I whisper in her ear. Who knows how much time we have, before Hefty, my best friend, is truly gone...
For the first time, I feel like yelling at Hefty's face. I want to shout at him for thinking that just because he's so strong, nothing can happen to him. I grip on Feathers's feathers too tight. She gives a small cry.
"Oops...sorry feathers..."
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Smurfettes POV
OH SMURFS! I almost told Hefty That I love him! What if I tell him, and he only likes me for being the only girl Smurfette he has seen? But then again, why would he smurf me that question?
I head to my diary, and open it up to a new page. I grab my ink and begin to write:
Dear Diary,
Oh now what will I do? Hefty just asked me which smurf did I love! I was about to tell him, but thank smurfness Handy came along. So I left when Handy stayed talking with Hefty. But one thing kept me wondering, why would Hefty ask me that question? Could it be? No, I better not get my hopes up. But still, the way he looked at me...nosmurf has ever looked at me that way before. Should I tell him? He's going to ask me the same thing soon though. Should I lie? Oh, but he'll know if I'm lying. I won't be able to find excuses to leave forever! I can't avoid him for more than 500 years! DIARY! NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO-
A knock on my door interrupts me, and I close my diary. I put the quill in the ink and open the door. "Oh hi Greedy!" I say. He's standing there with Baby in his hands.
"Hey Smurfette!" He greets me. "Listen, can ya take care of Baby for a few hours? I was put to take care of him, but I have something else to do. Do ya mind?"
"No! Of course not! I love to take care of Baby!" I grab him in my arms, and he babbles. I kiss his soft cheek.
"Okay, thanks Smurfette! See ya later!"
"Bye Greedy!" I close the door. "What do you think. Should I tell Hefty what I feel for him?" I ask Baby. Baby giggles and does something close to a nod. I smile. "Lucky you...so young, and not having to worry about anything." I sigh. I never had a childhood because I was created. Sometimes I wonder what being a child is like...
I look back at my diary. I should tell Hefty. If I don't, I'll never get this heavy load off my chest. I grip baby tighter, and head out the door.
I walk over to Hefty's house, and find the windows nailed shut, and a plastic all around his house. His door has a lock on it. In front of the door, there are two shower looking things. I get close to one, and it sprays something in my face. I cough. What is smurfing on? I knock on Hefty's door for a while. No answer.
"Papa Smurf!" I call out, and walk to my leader's house. I find him inside, doing something. I don't bother on asking.
"Papa Smurf!" I say.
He turns around. His face is serious. His eyes have no twinkle. I've only seen him like this once, and that was when he thought Brainy was going to die. I swallow.
"What is it, Smurfette?" He asks.
"Oh, Papa, why is Hefty's house all covered with Plastic, and his windows nailed shut?"
"Didn't you go to the meeting I held just a moment ago? I explained everything there."
"I'm afraid I missed it. I didn't know we had a meeting. I didn't hear Harmony call for a meeting." I place Baby on the table. He squeals with joy, and plays with some wood that is on the table. Papa smiles a little.
"Harmony isn't here. In fact, seven smurfs aren't here. They went to go get some supplies I need."
"F-for what?"
"Smurfette...Hefty has fallen very sick. VERY. And I sent smurfs to go get things I need-"
"HEFTY? OH NO! IS HE GOING TO BE OKAY!" I can feel tears threatening to fall.
"I don't know Smurfette. If the seven smurfs I sent arrive on time, chances are that Hefty will be okay. Thing is, we don't know when Hefty's last day will be. It could be tomorrow, the next day, and so on...so stay away from the house. Hefty is really dangerous in this state..."
I can tell it hurts him to have to repeat himself. The words sting my heart. I let the tears fall. My pupils shrink, and I gasp. Hefty can...DIE?
Small noises escape my lips, and I back away slowly. Papa Smurf approaches me slowly. "Smurfette...?"
Without a warning, I turn around and bolt out the door.
"SMURFETTE!" Papa calls after me. I hear his footsteps chase after me. Smurfs stare at me run. My heeled shoes fall off along the way. I run to Hefty's house as fast as my legs will smurf me. I find the door unlocked, and I dash in. I find Hefty in his bed. His eyes are closed, and he is drenched with sweat. I feel my body tremble, and my arms reach out for him.
"Smurfette! Get out of there!" Papa Smurf calls from outside. I don't reply. I'm not going to leave.
"SMURFETTE!" Papa's voice quivers. I can tell that he is crying. "PLEASE! Come out, before it's too late!"
"I CAN'T!" I shout back. I fell that I am crying too. "I won't leave Hefty's side!"
"No Smurfette, you can't do that. Y-you have to come out. You'll get poisoned by what Hefty's body is releasing!"
So he got poisoned...I clasp my hands over my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut. My breathing becomes irregular.
"SMURFETTE!" I hear Farmer's voice call to me. "List'n to Papa, and get outta there!" I ignore his voice. Several other smurfs shout something at me, probably to leave, but...
"P-please...Smurfette..." Papa now whispers. It hurts me so much to hear Papa cry. I let out a whimper.
"I can't leave him-m, P-Papa...because...I-I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HEFTY, PAPA SMURF!" I break down there. My cries echo all around the village...first there is silence...
…...And then I hear Papa Smurf sob...
OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Quick chappie to set the stage to where this story is heading. R&R!