Renny's P.O.V.

After Boo found out I couldn't go with her to buy ice cream, she was sad, but did go along with Fang to buy it. "Bring me back rocky road!" I called as Fang and Boo left.

"Okay, Mommy!" Boo yelled to me, running slightly ahead of Fang.

"Boo! Slow down! Boo!" Fang shouted, picking up her pace.

I smiled and put on my reading glasses. In the past two or three years, my eyesight got worse and I had to start wearing glasses. Normally I wear contacts but I forgot them in my apartment, so I had to rely on my glasses, which I kept in my desk drawer.

Then it was to the paperwork. "Ick," I stuck my tongue out like a little girl who wouldn't eat her vegetables. I gave a sigh and picked up a pen. "Rotten paperwork," I grumbled as I signed my full name on the pages.

After about a two hours of paperwork, I was only halfway done with my paperwork, and it was already eight o'clock. "I hate this so, so much," I growled. Boo and Fang had come back about an hour and a half ago-with the rocky road ice cream (Which I had eaten)-but, since I wasn't finished with the paperwork, Boo had to go home.

I grumbled angrily to myself as I heard the janitor say to me, "Renny, are you going to go to your apartment, get some sleep?"

"Not for another two hours, Frank," I told him, not looking up at him.

"Alright," Frank replied, walking away.

After another hour and a half hours, I was finally done with my dumb paperwork. "Ah, nine thirty," I grumbled, yawning.

I got up, and decided to turn my papers in the next day. I put them in my bottom right desk drawer, and then started to walk towards the floor's exit. As I passed by the different halls, I looked in one and saw a lone door standing in a station. "Odd," I mumbled. I walked onto the floor to see if I was just imagining the door or not.

I reached out and touched the door. It was real all right, it was just…out of place. All the laughers, their assistants, and Sulley had gone home, and Frank and I were the only two monsters in the entire building. "Frank?" I called.

"Yes, Renny?" Frank questioned.

"D-did you or a laugher leave this door h-here?" I asked.

"No, Renny. I made sure all the doors were put back in the door vault!" Frank responded, "…Wait! Not the doors on Laugh Floor C!"

"Okay!" I yelled, "Thanks!"

I turned back towards the door and saw the door was activated, which meant a child could get in. I walked to the door and opened it partially, sticking my head in. "Hello?" I called quietly, "Anybody in here? Monster or human?" I looked around the dark room. When I heard no response, I pulled my head out of the door and closed the closet.

"That's odd," I spoke, "Unless someone else is still here, this door should be gone." I pouted and took a step towards the button that would put the door away. Then I heard a door open, quickly close, and footsteps. I quickly looked up and around to see who was with me.

Nothing.

"Hello?" I shouted. No answer. "Anybody here?" I let out a growl. I knew someone was with me. I could hear their breathing. "Come out, or else!"

I let out a sigh and looked back at the buttons. I pushed the button to put the door away, and then I heard a loud thud. I quickly turned and saw Randall Boggs lying on the ground. "Oh my…" I gasped, taking a few steps back, "Oh, gosh…" He had numerous bruises, cuts, and it looked like his right shoulder was dislocated. There was a gash on his head, right between his emerald eyes. It looked like something had hit him between the eyes. He was so thin. "Randall…" I breathed.

Randall's eyes opened a little bit, and I heard him say, "R-Renny…" Then his eyes closed again, going unconscious.

"Randall," I gulped. I quickly took his hand and felt for a pulse. I let out a deep sigh as I found Randall's pulse. It was there. Barely.

I didn't know what to do. On impulse-and probably my kind nature-I picked him up, carried him off the scare floor, and out of Monsters, Inc. I carried Randall all the way to my apartment, which was luckily only a few blocks away from MI.

Then I placed Randall on my couch and grabbed my phone. I dialed my brother's number and waited. He had taken a few nursing courses in college. With any luck (and luck was not in my favor tonight) he would remember at least a little of it. "Hey, baby sister," Harry greeted.

"Bro, tell me you remember those college nursing courses!" I yelled into the phone.

"Of course! I never forget a thing!" Harry informed, "Why do you need to know about my courses?"

"Well, I found my old friend beat up. He has a long gash between his eyes, and lots of cuts and bruises. Oh, and I think he has a dislocated shoulder." I informed him, not completely lying. He was my friend at one point long ago, I did find him, and all his injuries were real.

I heard Harry mumbling to himself, and then he said, "Clean the gash with alcohol-rubbing and regular both work fine, but rubbing alcohol might burn less. Plus, I doubt you have any actual alcohol in your apartment-to prevent infection, and stitch it up." He remembered! Yes! "The cuts do the same to if they're deep, but otherwise he should be okay. For his bruises, they should go away in a few days, and for the dislocated shoulder? Pop it back into place."

"What?" I asked.

"Pop it-,"

"I heard what you said!" I growled, "But won't that hurt him?"

"Very much," I heard Harry laugh, "But it'll be worth it. If you don't, it'll hurt your friend even more when he tries to move his arm."

"Alright," I sighed, "See you in a few weeks."

"Bye!" Harry called, hanging up.

I looked back at Randall and winced. I didn't want to hurt him…or get hurt by him for trying to help, but I had to.