AN: This is going to get pretty bad now. Not as bad as what happened before, but pretty much the same.

Blood is coming, so if you get queasy, then don't read certain parts. I tried to keep it at a minimum, but my mind had other plans…..

There is a mention of suicide. It didn't happen, but just to tell you.

Also, we have some time with Summer alone with Ericka's second cousins! It's funny how I just wrote up random crap…. Ha!

Chapter Sixteen:

Just Great

Rick and Morty came back from running around and almost dying. "This is disgusting. What the hell even is this shit?" Morty slid his hand down his arm, taking off some blue blood.

"Th-That is….. Aliorite blood... I think. Hell, I really don't k-know for sure." He had the same type of blood on his arms.

"Um… Rick, you're bleeding. A crap ton." Morty saw where it was. Rick was bleeding where he had been healing, or where he thought he was healing.

Rick felt a sharp pain from his abdomen. "Morty, take me to the… E.R. . Now!"

Morty put his arm around Rick's back. He needed to get there fast. Morty took out his portal gun and punched in the coordinates to the Emergency Room in the base.

The nurse was in the front of the E.R. . "What the hell happene- Stabbed with a dagger and is now bleeding from the abdomen?"

"Yup." The nurse took Rick on a hospital bed into a different room.

Morty stayed outside. He was praying to God and Jesus Christ that Rick would be fine.

Ericka saw Morty take Rick to the E.R. . She had to do something. Ericka ran after them to get there in time before they decided who would help Rick, since she knew he was going to have a surgery.

"Ericka? What are you doing here, in the E.R.?" Morty was surprised to see Ericka, since he hadn't seen her in three days.

"I have to operate on someone. Why are you here?" Ericka was happy to see her Senpai again.

"Rick got stabbed when we fought three days ago and when I healed him, I thought he was fine. But his abdomen started bleeding again. If you're operating on Rick, do NOT tell my mom, dad or Summer. They would flip and Rick doesn't need that." It was probably Jerry that brought back the bleeding with vengeance.

"Don't worry. I'm no snitch. Promise." She kissed his forehead before leaving.

He felt fuzzies that he only got when he had physical contact with someone who he love a lot, like Rick. It was weird.

Morty was waiting out in the hallway. He didn't know what was happening to Rick, but if it took this long, then it was really bad. He has had to go through surgery before, but he didn't know what was really going on.

Ericka came out about five hours later. "Morty, Morty."

Morty woke up. "Huh? How l-long was I out?"

"For a while. Rick is fine. I saw that Rick's liver was in terrible condition, so I fixed that too. He'll be out for a while. You can visit him when you want to." Ericka started walking out of the hallway.

Morty looked up at her. "Take these. Administer them to Rick when he is in pain, and give him these when he wakes up. If he needs anything, just get it. The nurses are "way too busy" to help."

She walked out of the hallway.

Morty opened the door to Rick's hospital room. The lights were dim. He saw technology that the Federation hospital on Earth had, but way more efficient. Rick seemed like he was sleeping peacefully, but that was from the anesthetics.

He sat down in the closest chair to Rick's bed. He really wanted to punch himself for not realizing what was on the dagger or that Veronica stole it from him. He should have known it was too easy to heal and that stab wounds take time, even when you use a serum. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should've known, but it never crossed my mind."

Morty was then gripping his hair, waiting to pull it out in strands. "No. Rick hadn't known either, so we're both at fault." He slouched down, putting his hands on his face.

Thank God Ericka promised not to say anything to his parents and Summer, through Summer and her got all buddy-buddy all of a sudden.

"So you had to do a surgery? But why did it take so long?" Summer was literally confused. She never got how surgery worked, and she probably never will.

"The guy had to get seven different transplants and I had to do them with the worst damn nurses that can't do shit." Ericka was really good at lying. True, Rick did have to get at least one transplant, which was his liver, but the other six were lies.

"Who was the patient?" Summer wanted to know since she was shunned out of her brother's room.

"I can't say. The person who was sitting in the hallway said not to tell anyone. And I'm no snitch." Ericka had to keep that promise to Morty. She didn't want to be a douche bag and expose the fact that Rick was weak at the moment and Morty was really freaking out.

"Come on, Eri! I wanna know! Just spill the deets with me! I won't say anything. Plus, we're BFFLs, which means we spill the juicy stuff." Summer was getting annoying now. She just wanted to know so bad.

Ericka walked in front of her. "No. I can't. It's in my code to not tell anyone when someone asks me not to tell anyone. It's like how the number one rule in fight club is there is no fight club. I can't just spill."

She took out her portal gun and punched in the coordinates. "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have to go find the person who put poison on Morty's dagger while we were fighting three days ago."

Summer watched as Ericka left through the portal. She was alone again.

"Hey, Summer!" Jackson came over to see her with Derick.

"Do I know you?" She looked at them weird.

"Right. I'm Jackson and this is Derick. We're Ericka's second cousins, and also your brother's buddies." Jackson looked human along with Derick.

"Are you human? Just asking, not really trying to be rude." She grabbed her arm like Morty does when he gets embarrassed.

"We're Maronites. We aren't from your world or dimension for that matter. Ericka is a Maronite and a Carbolite mixture. Veronica is pure Carbolite. They are insane for most of their lives. Ericka has mostly Maronite in her blood. We hunt for different things, like how BP does and protect vulnerable beings. It's in our blood." Jackson looked way too over confident.

"You'll have to excuse my brother. I over heard your brother talking to Rick about something before they left again. I think it was that Rick needing to get something, I kind of don't know. I'm just guessing." Derick looked like a Edward from Twilight. He had that look in his eyes that made her fall in love with him.

"Anyways….. They left again? Your cousin said she was going to find the person who put poison on my brother's dagger. I'm kind of worried about them." Summer really didn't understand what was going on.

"Right, your grandfather was stabbed by Veronica in the abdomen three days ago. Wait…. Rick might be poisoned! Jackson! We have to tell Morty that Rick needs to get to an ER! Summer, stay here. Morty might freak out." Derick ran to get to the ER in the base.

Morty was going to go get something from his room. He was gonna walk, since he'd been portaling a lot lately.

He walked out the door and shut it.

"Morty! We need to talk to you." Jackson stopped in front of him.

"What's wrong? Did Summer get her ass stuck in the toilet? I told her to lay off the pills." Morty looked generally concerned.

"Where's Rick?" Derick pushed Jackson aside.

"He's in the recovery room sleeping. Why?" Morty looked at both of them.

"When he got stabbed, Veronica put poison on your dagger. He was poisoned and you healed him in the car, correct?" Derick waited for Morty to nod.

Morty gasped. "He was poisoned?! No wonder the surgery took so long! They must've had to clean out his system from the poison before he could have his surgery. That's why when he was holding his side, he almost fell. God damn it! Son of a God damn bitch!" Morty backed up against the wall and slid down. He sighed loudly.

"Morty, Rick will need some time to recover. You realize that you saved his life again, don't you?" Derick touched his shoulder.

Morty looked up at him. "I am very aware that I saved his life again. But it's my fault he got stabbed in the first place. I dropped one of my daggers in the hallway and she must've grabbed it. If I hadn't dropped my dagger, then he would have healed properly and wouldn't have had to go through a surgery. I'm such an idiot."

"You're not an idiot. It just happened that way. You were fighting and you didn't see it happen. It's not your fault." Derick looked at him. He could tell Morty was holding back tears.

"I need to get something from my room. I'll be back. Don't tell Summer where Rick is and don't do anything stupid. I mean it." Morty really wanted to get drunk, but it wasn't the best idea. He just wanted to get something to take his mind off of the shit that's gone on as of right now.

Summer went looking for Morty. She wanted to know that he did do something about the whole situation.

She knocked on his door and started yelling. "Morty! Open the door! We need to talk!" Summer heard a portal open.

Morty took a gun to try and reassemble while he waited for Rick to wake up. He opened up another portal.

Summer opened the door. She didn't see Morty anywhere. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"I told you not to tell her!" Morty was pretty mad while he entered the hallway.

"I figured it out earlier. And I did tell her earlier….." Derick looked at Jackson.

"We'll talk about that later. Right now, I need to be with Rick. I have to give him medicine when he wakes up." Morty walked to the recovery room.

He opened the door again. Rick was still under anesthesia. Morty sat down in the same chair as last time.

He took out his gun and started pulling it apart. He had his iPod in his pocket and he turned it on. It was relaxing to be near Rick and pull apart a gun while listening to music.

"Eri, I know who put poison on Morty's dagger." Summer was walking around the training area. There was really nothing else for her to do.

Ericka gasped over the communicator. "Who was it?" She was running through an alley to talk to someone for a deal. It was for Morty, but since he had to help Rick, she did it for him.

"It's Veronica. She stabbed him and put poison on the dagger! She tried to kill Rick!" Summer was tearing up. She was about to call Morty to ask how Rick was doing.

"I'll have to call you back. I'm busy." Ericka turned off her communicator.

"I have to call Morty. He knows that grandpa is injured." She called him.

Morty heard his communicator buzz. He left the room again. "Summer? What's up?" Morty wanted to be nice to her now that Rick was still under.

"How's grandpa? Is he okay?" Summer was concerned. She didn't know what had really happened, and neither did Morty.

"Rick's asleep. He's still under anesthesia. He had his surgery. I know about the stabbing and that Rick got poisoned. I was given medication to give him when he gets up and when he's in pain. I need to go back in the recovery room to make sure I give Rick the medicine. Bye." Morty turned off his communicator.

He walked back in the room again. His gun was still on the chair and was still everywhere. Morty picked up the pieces and sat back down. He put the gun back together. Or he thought he did. The gun almost blew up in his face.

The gun exploded. He thought Rick would wake up from the loud noise, but he didn't. "Just Great. Just Fucking Great." Morty's hair was signed. He walked over to the bathroom.

Morty pat down his hair with water and it fell down. The rest of his face was covered in black crap. "Stupid mother fucking retarded shit."

Morty was pretty mad about a gun blowing up in his face. He'd get it though.

He walked back to the chair he was sitting in. In five minutes after he sat down, Morty fell asleep.

Rick woke up to a hazy feeling. And a fuzzy feeling in his head. He knew he wasn't drunk. He couldn't move and didn't feel a needle get injected into his side.

The last thing he really remembered was getting into the ER, getting a mask over his mouth and nose, and breathed in anesthetics. After that, he was out and didn't wake up till now.

"Morning, Rick." Morty sat back down in the chair.

Rick felt like he'd been restrained but he just was numb as fuck everywhere. "H-How long was I out?"

"Almost twenty-four hours. Whatever was in your anesthetics must've made you feel tired. Ericka told me she took longer since she saw that your liver didn't look so good. I said nothing about it getting purged. So, your abdomen and liver are fixed." He remembered this all without the clipboard.

"Th-Then why did it take s-so damn long afterwards?" Rick was confused. It usually didn't take that long.

"Right…. You got poisoned from Veronica with my dagger when I dropped it in the hallway before the fight. They had to get the poison out of your body before they could start doing anything." Morty was really nervous about what Rick's reaction would be.

"S-So that bitch poisoned me, y-you gave me the serum the same day, I was fine and then I had a surgery? Damn." Rick was actually surprised that it happened three days after a fight.

Morty could tell he was still waking up. Not because his voice as raspy, since that was a thing that happened anyways when tubes come out of someone's mouth after surgery. But he wasn't aware of what was going on.

Rick knew that at some point, he was going to really fall asleep. Anesthesia doesn't make anyone really fall asleep. He should know. Let's just say, Rick's life has been in and out of about seven different Emergency Rooms. This was his eighth.

He also felt dizzy. "M-Morty, could you get me the oxygen mask?" Rick would get up, if he wasn't numb as fuck right now.

Morty got up and grabbed the mask and put it over Rick's nose and mouth. He watched as Rick took three deep breathes.

Rick felt like he wasn't currently dying. He could get enough oxygen to his lungs to get the rest to everywhere else in his body. Rick was fine now.

"Better?" Morty was still there when he wasn't breathing erratically.

Rick nodded. He wanted the mask off.

Morty took off the mask and put it back where it was. "If there's anything else you need, I'm right here."

God, he sounded like a fucking nurse. All he needed really was a clipboard and the outfit and he'd look like one.

Rick was really tired. He started dozing off. His eyelids grew heavy until he fell asleep.

Morty went back to sitting in the chair. He had nothing to do and got bored really quick. Rick was right: he really was like him. Though, he didn't burn down the place when he got bored.

Summer didn't know if Morty was in the base or if he was in an off base hospital. She didn't want to pester him more than she already had.

He was most likely busy with Rick, making sure he was recovering well. She went into her own room.

Her walls were full of guns that she got from Morty and a plasma grenade that she tried making, that had blown up in her face.

Summer had grown distant from Morty. More so than when Rick came into the picture. He hung out with Rick a lot more, and stayed with him when they were alone. She really thought that her brother was a pansexual person. Though, Rick is pansexual and nobody bugged him about it.

She laid down on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. This whole time, Summer thought she was the victim for being the cause of their parents misery. Now she knew that their fighting took a toll on Morty too. In a way she thought it never would have.

Summer saw a journal on her shelf that wasn't her's back on Earth. She brought it with her to see whose it was.

It was in Morty's writing. Federation must've tried to look through their stuff, and put Morty's journal in her room. She read through some of the pages. He had a whole portion of the journal that he talked about Rick.

It started off on what went on when he was four, which was when he got the journal. She skipped to when they both met Rick.

He said really nice things about Rick, like how he stayed with him when he got scared during the thunderstorm or when he decided to take them to a different dimension and wield his first gun.

She skipped to when he was ten. That was when he had the "repeating age". This was also the time he turned emo for a good four years or three years.

Summer teared up as she read some of the pages. It stated that he had been trying to commit suicide since he thought he was the problem and no one needed him.

She skipped to when he turned fourteen. It was on a weekend after school and he really felt dejected.

August 22, 2014

Today has been the absolute worst so far. It's always like this and I thought it would be different since my birthday is today. I can't help but feel like a mental retard, since that's the label people give me.

I just want someone to care that I'm around and to notice I'm there, no matter what they need me to do.

Please God, give me this.

~MS

She saw another page. It was the same date but looked happier.

August 22, 2014

I just met an old man who seems nice. He hasn't said his name, but he looks familiar.

He just said his name is Richard Sanchez, but I call him Rick. Rick… Rick… Wait a minute! I know this guy! He's my grandpa!

I feel so much better knowing who he is.

Rick says my name is stupid. Or my full name anyways. I really don't blame him for calling it stupid.

When I was younger, I thought it was the coolest name around. Now I just wanna change it for good.

If I was able to talk after I was born, I would have just stuck with Morty Smith. Not Mortimer Smith. It was my dad's choice to name me that…. God fucking damn it!

~MS

Summer knew he wasn't a fond of their dad since Rick came into the picture. He always thought he was annoying and he couldn't keep a job.

She looked at the back of his journal. His birth certificate was taped to the last page. The bottom read:

A constant reminder of my defectiveness. This is who people call a mistake, retard, stupid, and what most Ricks call: Just another Morty.

Summer had to give this back to him. He'd been struggling to stay sane.

Ericka knocked on Summer's door. "Oh, hey Eri. What's up?"

"Since you know about what happened, you can't tell your mom and dad. Morty wants Rick not to freak out. Plus, they've been under enough stress as it is." Ericka really wanted to have Senpai feel comfortable. She already kissed his forehead, it should be his move next.

"Eri, give this to Morty when you get the chance. It's his journal. When feds came and took grandpa Rick's stuff, they put it in my room." Summer gave Ericka Morty's journal.

"I'll give it to him when I see him." Ericka knew Morty was still with Rick.

"Thank you, Eri." Summer left Ericka to go give her brother his journal.

Morty was playing around with the pieces that were left of his gun to see if he could put it back together. He heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Ericka walked in. She had his journal in her hand. She met halfway and looked at Morty.

"Hey.. Is that my journal?" Morty was trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Yeah. Summer said when Federation came for Rick's stuff, they put your journal in her room." Ericka was quiet and gave him the journal.

She started walking out of the room.

"Wait. Ericka, I want to tell you something." Morty kept his voice low.

She walked back over to him. "What is it-" Morty grabbed her shirt and kissed her on the lips.

Ericka unlocked lips with Morty, drool coming from her mouth. "We get schwifty at some point, Sanchez. I promise." She walked away from Morty.

Morty walked away from the door. He started writing in his journal.

May 22, 2015

I finally got my journal back! It's been rough. And as of right now, I had my first actual kiss!

Rick is in the Recovery Room after his surgery that happened a day ago. He couldn't exactly breathe this morning, I had to give him the oxygen mask and it was kind of weird.

I need to stay with him until he heals. I feel different around Rick, other than he's being really nice to me.

I also think I have a crush on Ericka. It's weird that I have a crush on a twenty-eight year old woman.

~MS

Morty was watching Rick sleep. His heartbeat was normal, and his pain level was fine. He was snoring softly like he did in prison.

He sighed. Rick was the one good thing that came out of any of this mess.

It was good that Summer didn't know where he was. She'd harass him. Morty knew his sister by now.

"You'll be better in no time. I promise." Morty looked at Rick, then looked at the ceiling. He was humming a random song.

This was going to take a while. And he didn't care. He'd stay with Rick no matter what happens.

AN: This is going to go back to the beginning a bit. Not with the suicide part, but having a plan again.

Veronica is going to try and kill them again. This time is gonna be worst since Beth and Jerry would get in the way.

Hopefully I get another Reatchapter out tomorrow.

Stay Schwifty my friends!