Wakko ran and ran histericaly trough the hospital, trying to find the place where they actually did the test on Lilo. "Hey, what're you doing here, kid?", someone asked him. "Can you please show me where I can do a test here?", asked Wakko, seeing a woman in her forties wearing a white coat.
The lady looked at him, confused, "What test?". "Uh...like a brain test or something?", he asked. "You mean a brain magnet?!", the lady asked him. "Yes! A brain magnet", it dawned on him. "Eh...", said the lady, "You'll have to go to the toon hospital, you know-" "Please!", Wakko clasped his hands together, "There's a six-year-old girl here and I need her as a witness".
She sighed, "Fine. But only this time, alright? The next time both you and the girl go to the toon hospital". "Thank you so much!", Wakko exclaimed and started running in the direction of the room Lilo was in, the lady following him in a quick pace.
Lilo stared at the door, expecting someone, anyone to come. Wakko kept her in suspense with every other second she had to wait. If he had got into trouble...she'd be in trouble as well. She was scared for him, she knew how much it takes to save yourself and the other person...but wait, what did he even mean when he said that?
At that moment, the door burst open and he ran in, followed by a female doctor who didn't look so happy to be there. "Lilo!", he said, "You need to come, you need to see what I'm going to do!'. "No...", she said as she took his hand, concern in her eyes, "The doctors told me I can't get into any kind of action right now".
Wakko frowned. How could he forget that? Of course she couldn't, she had only come here the previous day. "Ok", he said, "Then I need to ask you something..." "What is it?", asked Lilo. Wakko sighed, this wasn't as easy as he tought, considering she had anxciety. "Can I do a brain magnet?".
Lilo gasped, "Wakko are you serious?! I mean, it's useless and-". "Excuse me...Lilo, right?", the lady interrupted. "Yes ma'am", said Lilo. "If I may ask, why are you here?". "I've got anxciety", she answered politely. "Alright then", she said, "Wakko, you better not bother her, ok?". Wakko looked at Lilo, "Am I bothering you?".
"No", she said, "You're bothering yourself".
Wakko frowned, thinking. Who wanted to help who here? Was it more important for him to solve the problem with Lilo's anxciety or his problem with filming? If Lilo had anxciety, she couldn't write such a letter, she'd be scared of the reaction. Then again...
"She's right, Wakko". He turned his head towards the lady. "You better go home. It's getting late anyway". Wakko looked back at Lilo, "I guess both of you are right". She smiled, "Thank you. For taking care of yourself".
"Hey Wakko", his sister greeted him once he returned home, "Why so long?". Wakko sighed heavily. Yes, it was already hard enough. There was just too much stuff going on in his head. "We need to talk", he said. "We?", asked Dot, "You mean, the three of us?". "Who else?", asked Wakko with a chuckle.
"Ok guys", he said once they all sat down, "I have something important to tell you". "Go on", said the oldest. "But don't panic, please. It's not good news". "Don't worry", said Dot, "We won't. Well...we'll try". "Alright", said Wakko, "Lilo has anxciety".
The sky had already turned dark, it was true it was getting late. But for them, it meant something more than that. It showed the darkness of what they had just heard. Their wide dark eyes showed it too. The two siblings were looking at him with dispare. "How...", Dot couldn't finish. She couldn't find the words to describe their confusion.
"I know...", said Wakko quietly, he felt the same way, speechless, after saying it out loud, "You know what's even crazier?". The other two gasped, was there really anything crazier than this? "She wants to help me...by writting a letter to Plotzy". "What?!", his brother snapped, "She can't do that!".
"I know!", Wakko exclaimed in understatement, "But...I think...that something's wrong with me too...". His brother suddenly slapped himself and sighed, "Ok sibs, I guess you're ready to hear what's really going on here". The other two stared back at him in tension. "Wakko has PTSD", he finaly said.
"Are you pranking us or what?!", Wakko now snapped. "No!", his brother said, "That's what Scratchy said". "And you weren't going to tell us any sooner?!", Dot asked. "I didn't want to bother you", he said, "But now that we have another case here, I tought it was ok to tell you".
"So, what are we going to do?", Dot asked Wakko. "I don't know", he said, "I guess we'll just have to wait, until Lilo gets out of the hospital. They told her not to get into any action right now". So they did. They waited.