A/N: And we're back! As always, I don't own MI, but I do own Renny, her family, and all my other OCs.

Renny: Best part is all us OCs are family, and live in a giant mansion.

Me: And in this room is a different story universe. There's the door for Invader Alexis, T.U.F.F. Wolfe, Human Time, Bobbie and Bri, and The Alien. The only door that doesn't lead to stories is the black and white door, which leads to the hallway where all my OCs have rooms. All my OCs have rooms in the mansion based on what story they come from. *Rambling*

Renny: ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

I had grabbed the rubbing alcohol and a clean rag. I dumped the contents of the bottle on the rag and kneeled in front of the couch, next to Randall's head. As I put the rag between his eyes to clean the gash, his breathing got heavier, and he kept making fists with his hands. I could tell he was in pain.

Then I quickly grabbed my sewing needle, which I had dipped in rubbing alcohol, along with the thread I was going to use. I really didn't want his gash to get infected.

I took a deep breath before I started to sew, and soon the gash was closed, and the thread was cut. I let out a sigh and cleaned the rest of Randall's deeper cuts with a different rag.

"Now it's time for the hard part," I gulped, "I just hope he doesn't wake up."

I gently took Randall's arm and started to try to snap his shoulder back into place. A few seconds later, I heard a loud crack, and Randall shot up, yelling in pain. "AH! THAT HURT YOU STUPID-R-Renny?" Randall's eyes were wide and his breath still heavy.

"Hello Randall," I greeted, smiling slightly. And with those words, his head dropped onto the couch again. He had gone unconscious again.

So, I grabbed a pillow and a blanket. I put the pillow under Randall's head and the blanket over his skinny body. I inhaled deeply, and then exhaled.

I walked towards my room, opened the door, walked in, and plopped down on my bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Time Skip!

I woke up the next morning in my bed. "Please tell me it was all just some horrible nightmare my odd imagination made up!" I said to myself, getting up and walking over to my door. I opened the door, walked out of my room, down the short hallway to the living room, and saw Randall sleeping on my couch. "And it wasn't," I slumped against the hall. I rubbed my hand through my hair and sighed. I glanced at the clock and saw the time. 8:12. "Of course," I snarled. I got off the wall and walked to my phone. I grabbed it and called Monsters, Inc.

"Monsters, Inc. How may I direct your call?" Celia Wazowski asked. Yep, Celia and Mike had gotten married. Last spring to be exact. Boo was their flower girl, Sulley the best man, and I was a bridesmaid. Celia's sister was the head bridesmaid.

"Celia, I'm calling in sick," I told her loud enough for her to hear me, but not loud enough for Randall to wake up. Because when he did, it would be like heck in my apartment.

"Why? You don't sound sick," Celia told me.

"Family business, okay?" I rolled my eyes.

"Alright. I'll take one day out of your-,"

I cut her off. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks Celia. If Sul asks, just tell him I'm taking care of a sick relative, and no, he doesn't know my relative."

"Bye, Renny."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Wazowski," I chuckled. Then I heard a click, and beeping. "How rude!" I commented, putting my lower hands on my hips. I put my phone back down and walked over to Randall. I reached my hand out but, before I could put my hand on his head to check his temperature, one of his hands snapped up and grabbed my wrist.

"What are you doing?" He asked, frowning at me.

"Ch-checking your temperature," I told him.

"Where am I, Renny?" He growled.

"My apartment. You came out of a child's door last night with a gash between your eyes, cuts and bruises, and a dislocated shoulder," I told him.

"And?"

"And? And I fixed you up. You woke up last night-when I was popping your shoulder back into place-for a minute before you fell asleep again," I informed. Randall looked me up and down and then let go of my wrist.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked Randall.

"Coffee," Randall replied. I heard a loud growl. "And something-anything- to eat."

I nodded and got up, walking only a good ten feet to the kitchen. I started to make coffee with coffee grounds and a filter. I put the coffee grounds in the paper filter, tied it up with some long string, put that in a cup, and put hot water in the cup. What? If it works it's not stupid, and it works. It's how I make my coffee since I don't have a coffee machine.

Then it was onto the actual meal. Why was I doing this? Why was I doing this to someone who tried to kill my friends? Well, the last time I had seen my grandmother was when I was ten. She was hit by a car and she had to stay at my parent's house. We had all gone to bed, and the next morning I tried to shake her awake so we could spend the day together doing Origami. She didn't wake up. I ran to get my parents, and half an hour later my brothers, sister, and parents informed me my grandmother had died, peacefully, in her sleep. I cried for a few days after that.

I snapped back to reality when I felt a burning sensation in my hand. "OW!" I let out a loud curse, pulling my hand off the on stove. Ignoring the pain, I pulled the coffee ground bag out of the cup and threw it away. Then I flipped the pancakes I was making onto a plate and grabbed the cup, plate of food, a fork and knife, and some maple syrup.

I walked to Randall and handed him everything. He scarfed down six large pancakes, coffee, and half my maple syrup in under five minutes!

"When was the last time you ate?" I asked him after he had finished eating.

"Five, six…"

"Days?" I asked, concerned.

"Weeks," Randall sighed.

"Randall, what happened to you?" I asked, "You're so skinny. All those bruises, cuts, and that gash!" I pointed in between his eyes.

Randall had been nice, but then he went back to the old angry him I remembered. "That is none of your business. And stop pointing at me!" I did as ordered.

I nodded and said, "You're right. It is none of my business. But if you ever want to tell me, I'm always ready to listen." Randall crossed his lower arms and turned away from me.

I grabbed the empty plate, utensils, cup, and walked away from Randall. This was going to be fun. Not.

A/N: Me: *Still Rambling*

Renny: Review!