[the medic came in n ushered both Wander n Hater to the medic bay, keeping them in separate rooms to treat them]
Peepers: (ran up, worried about what was going on)
Sylvia: [was outside the med bay waiting wen Peepers showed up] Oh, hey, pipsqueak. Don't worry, we found ur pet master. He n Wander r in there being treated
Peepers: :( (wondering if they'll be okay)
Sylvia: [noticed it n sighed, rolling her eyes a little before petting Peepers' head] Don't worry, pipsqueak. They're gonna be OK. I know Wander will, he's tough as nails underneath that softie body of his, n that bonehead is prolly too stubborn to die anyways
Peepers: (nods slowly)
(in medical room)
Wander: >< Ow... (cringes in pain from his arm)
Medic: Stay still, Lord Wander, while I try to set the bone. Here [shoves a thick cloth into Wander's mouth] Bite this. It's gonna hurt like a bitch, but only for a second. 1... 2... 3... [sets the bone, making a loud cracking sound]
Wander: (screams a muffled scream)
Medic: There we go [starts putting a cast ovr it, then an arm sling]
Wander: (groans behind the cloth, and glances towards Hater)
Hater: [was at the separate room being treated, tho he can be seen behind a window that connects their rooms]
Wander: (frowns in worry of the Skeletor)
Medic: Don't worry, we'll call u wen they're done with him. Now stay still while ur cast hardens
Wander: (sighs) Alright...
[an hour later, the medics were finally done with Hater n has settled him in one of the wards]
Wander: (was next to him, rubbing his now casted arm)
Doc: [chk Hater's vitals for the last time before letting the nurses tuck him in]
Wander: He'll be okay...?
Doc: For now, but he's got a very high fever. We managed to give him some meds to slow it dwn n keep it at bay, but I'm afraid it'll keep climbing until he dies from overheating
Wander: :( Isn't there anything you can do...?
Doc: [shook his head] It's caused by stress, as well as those cuffs [pointed at the cuffs ard Hater's wrists] I'm sure he's been trying to use his magic but it's being held bk by the cuffs, n accompanying with the stress, the cuff will keep the magic in him built up with nowhere else to go. I'm afraid unless u remove those cuffs, his fever won't go dwn n he'll either die from overheating or frm magical spontaneous combustion, whichever happens first
Wander: ... (nod) Got it.
Doc: These cuffs seems to be magically locked as well, so u will hv to find a way to unlock it without triggering anything, like a curse or whatever. Good luck, Lord Wander [leaves the room to give them some privacy]
Wander: (lies back, looking to Hater)
Hater: [his breathing laboured, tubes connected to his bodies with IV solutions to keep his fever dwn, n a machine connected to his chest to measure his body temperature, which was showing a fluctuating temperature]
Wander: :( (thinks on how he could help) ... (idea)
*knock knock knock*
Sylvia: [peeks in] Everything OK in there, buddy?
Wander: Oh hey, Sylvia. Hater isn't doing so well...
Sylvia: Huh? Wat's wrong with him? [approaches them]
Wander: They say he has a high fever due to stress and those cuffs he has. Unless we get them off, he could die from that fever.
Sylvia: Oh boy tht sucks. Wat r u gonna do then, buddy?
Wander: (sits up slowly) Hopefully the hat I was given will help with this. We still have that hat, right?
Sylvia: Yeah, it's kept along with the other trophies u collected during ur conquests. U want me to get it for u?
Wander: (nod) It could help us get those cuffs off Hater to slow down his fever.
Sylvia: Right, I'll go look for it then [sees Peepers peeking in thru the door] Don't lurk ard there. Ur coming with me
Peepers: (looks around then points to himself as if asking 'me?')
Sylvia: No, I'm looking at the Watchdog behind u |-( Yeah of course u. We need to go get something for Lord Wander
Peepers: (salutes) (nod)
Sylvia: Let's go. Hang in there, bonehead [walks out] Follow close, pipsqueak. We're heading to the trophy room which is located on another planet right now, n it's a long way there
Peepers: (stays by Sylvia's side)
[the duo made their way to the travel pods n Sylvia picked one to drive]
Sylvia: Hop in, pipsqueak
Peepers: (does so)
Sylvia: [types in the coordinates to the planet, then turned on some ear-shattering rock music to listen to as they took off] (rock) Aww yeah, rock on~~
Peepers: (covers his ears) >_<
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