Superdog750: Don't worry, Adam is still all fine! ^.^

IamMadlyInLoveWithJohnnyDepp: Yesh, simply because Larry is worth the drama! =D

Chapter 4. Paid back in kind

Zep led Adam through the hallway, going slowly, he began informing him about the gist. "Aside from Margaret, there is Madison Redford. She's… well… currently in intensive care. She's suffering from bad internal bleeding and brain concussion. And then, there's also Harvey Kingston, who's suffering from, well… testicle cancer." Adam groaned. "Great!"

Zep smiled. "There's a patient I really have to introduce you to. His name is John Kramer. Believe me, I've never seen someone like him before, he…! Adam, what are you doing!"

Adam was just about to light himself a cigarette when Zep grabbed his wrist and took the cigarette lighter away from him. "No! You're not allowed to smoke here!"

Adam groaned once more. "Man, I really need a cigarette to calm myself! That sucks balls!" he said, putting the package along with the lighter back into his jacket pocket. Zep looked up suddenly, and sighed. "And while we're on the subject of how it sucks… the bully brothers are coming!"

Adam looked up, blinked. The two men he had met in the morning.

With a fat grin in their faces and the gait of wrestlers! Cliché!

Zep sighed again. "The two you've already become acquainted with this morning… Percy and Woofer!"

Adam turned around to him promptly. "Wait! Woofer?! I thought you said his name is Warren!" "It is. You'll see why he's called that..."

"Well, I never! Look who we have here, Perce!" Woofer called, pausing in front of the two with Percy, grinning right into their faces. "The beauty and the beast!"

Percy grinned, too. "Right!" he said, turned to Adam. "If I were you I'd keep away from Zep. He's got herpes, split ends and a chest hairy as hell!"

Zep's face went red, with both shame and helplessness. Adam looked at the poor guy next to him, then he glared at his tormentors angrily. "Fuck, what's wrong with you! I thought I'm in a hospital, and not in high school! Are we supposed to be the poor victims who are different from all the others? Are you supposed to be the two popular cheerleaders?? Oh, and lemme guess: that pompous Dr. Gordon is the quarterback screwing anything with a pulse!" he hissed at the two of them.

Percy and Woofer were grinning as if it was a gloating competition. Woofer chuckled. "You're smarter than I thought. Lemme put it to you this way, little one: we're at the top of the food chain in this hospital. If you wanna be one of us, you shouldn't waste your time on Zep. You're of different gage, you should realize that, mousie!"

And then, Adam figured out the reason Warren was called Woofer. He heard the sound he was making. It was laughter, sounding like the woof of a dog.

He amicably looked at Zep. "Don't mind them, mate. Who cares about their shit!" he said, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Percy hooted. "Oh my god, don't! Woofer, he's touching him! He's not only smarter, but also pluckier than we thought! I really hope Zep's ugliness won't rub off on him!" he yelled.

That was when Adam became angry. The angry, pubescent boy living inside of him awoke. "Ya know what, take a look at yourself! At least he doesn't have your donkeyface! I think anytime your mama sees you, she wishes she would have only sucked your daddy off instead of fucking him!"

It went quiet at once. Zep was quiet with surprise, Woofer and Percy, however were quiet with shock and wrath. Percy growled. "What was that, kiddo?!"

Adam rolled his eyes, and even dared to make a step forwards. "Man, are you deaf?! But I'll repeat myself with pleasure, no prob! I don't like your mug! Zep looks way better than you, that's all!" He turned to Warren. "And I like your visage just as little!"

Warren looked at the younger one with rage, but he didn't say anything. He clenched his fists.

Adam however, was pluckier than ever. "Well, what now? Are you pussing out before me now, Woofer?!"

Zep grabbed his arm gently. "Adam, come on! It's fine, they've had enough!" he said nervously, trying to pull him back.

Adam struggled, and yanked his arm out of his grip. "No! We can't go now, I'm just getting started with my warming-up!" he yelled. "Come on, Woofer! Lemme see what you guys got!"

Growling with rage, Warren approached him slowly. "You're treading on thin ice, pal! Apparently, your mommy didn't teach you any manners!"

But it didn't get around to a fight. Suddenly, Lawrence Gordon came struttering through the hallway, looking at all four men. Especially at Woofer and Percy. Adam rolled his eyes. "Infantry, on your knees! The king of the nuthouse is comin'!" he murmured quietly. Lawrence nodded at them politely. "Good day, gentlemen!"

And all of the sudden, Percy and Woofer were as keen as mustard. Friendly smiles were seen on their faces now, they nodded back at him. "Hi there, Dr. Gordon! It seems you've done a wonderful job once again!" Percy yelled happily. Woofer sighed with admiration. "If only a small fraction of your genious would demise to me, Dr. Gordon… you're my idol!" he suspired.

Adam raised his eyebrows in bewilderment. He leaned in to Zep. "What's going on? Why are they kissing that show-off's ass that heavily?" he whispered. Zep leaned in to him even closer. "They fondly hope to get a promotion with Dr. Gordon's help… for eternity now…," he whispered back.

Adam nodded. "That explains a lot…," he murmured.

"Hey, Adam…"

"What is?"

"Thanks."

Adam smiled at Zep nicely. "No problem, mate."

He patted his shoulder gently. "Come on. Let's leave those two suckers alone with their ratking. Show me the patient you were talking about instead…"

Zep's eyes shined with joy now. "Sure, if you want to! Come with me!" Again, he led him through the hallway. Adam wasn't interested for real. But he wanted to do his new friend a favor. It was worth it.

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Right after Lawrence has had enough of their admiration, after he had left, Percy and Woofer had nearly thrown themselves on the counter to complain to Carla.

"Carla! Tell me, what has gotten into you! You brought a juvenile into our territory!" Woofer hissed at her.

Carla was just reading in a magazine for women, looking at the two of them with boredom. "Well, I for my part find him nice!"

"Nice?? That boy is terrible!" Percy growled angrily.

Carla growled out of annoyance, pattered the magazine onto the desk. "You're exaggerating, both of you! Start acting like normal grown-ups instead of getting angry over a newcomer!"

"Yes!" Percy yelled and bashed his fist onto the desk. "Yes, you got that damn right! We are grown-ups, unlike him!"

Woofer sighed heavily, leant as close as possible towards her. "Come on, Carla! The boy's what, 20?!"

She browsed through Adam's personal data. "He turned 26 in January," she took out of his papers.

Woofer rolled his eyes. "That was only two months ago! You brought half of a child to us!" he complained. Percy wasn't giving up yet as well. "He'll do nothing but trouble! He's disrespectful and insolent! He's just acting as if he's cute and harmless! Makes me wanna puke!" he barked.

Carla sighed. "Well, he hasn't done anything bad by now. It's his first day, boys. Give him a chance. Maybe you're all still to become friends," she said, turning her attention back to her magazine.

Percy groaned when he left along with Woofer. They had realized it was pointless. Carla wouldn't throw him out. "It's over! Now we have to get along with Zep and the new guy!"

Woofer growled. "We're not putting up with it, Perce! We're the bad guys here, so, we are the ones to chase them around!" he grumbled. "Believe me, they're messing with the wrong men. That little rascal will be so damn surprised what's still to come for him…"

TBC…