Post by York on Aug 20, 2020 22:31:24 GMT -5
“We’re glad to see you’ve made a full recovery, Mr. Idol! We hope you live a happy and fruitful life from here on out.”
“Ha ha, I know I will, thanks to you and your staff, doctor!”
“And we won’t have any more feline related mishaps, now will we?”
“I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I’m grateful that you all set me straight before I seriously hurt someone.”
“You just keep taking those pills and everything will be just fine.”
Idol stuffed the bottles of medicine down the front of his trunks and gave the doctor a pat on the shoulder. His burnt hands having healed quite nicely, the pain was almost completely unnoticeable. “You saved my life, doctor. I don’t know where I’d be had your crack security team not been there. I really owe you.”
“You’re right!” The doctor responded, handing Idol a large envelope. “You can start the repayment in installations any time within the next 7 days.”
Staring blankly at the envelope, Idol took it with both hands and tore it open, unfurling the long sheet of paper inside. There were several medical phrases and numbers written on the paper, and at the very bottom of the long sheet was a very large number that got Idol breathing very hard.
“Ah yes” Idol said, faking a smile and slowly turning for the door. “My bill. Of course. Thanks.”
“You take care now!” The doctor cheerily said.
“Take care!” The nurses behind him added in unison, bowing as Idol left the hospital.
“I will!” Idol quickly said through grit teeth, smiling so wide his eyes were half-shut. Once he was out the door, he turned the corner and froze in place. His smile morphed into a hard, open mouthed scowl. His brows furrowed as he stared at the giant number staring back at him, almost grimacing at him. “No good bunch of jerks! Can’t believe I’m getting charged for trying to save them all!”
Violently reaching into his trunks, Idol withdrew the pill bottles and threw them into the air, before giving them a hard toe-kick like a soccer player during practice. The bottle lids popped open, and a shower of white pills and red capsules littered the back alley. “You try and warn people of a real threat to their lives, and how do they repay you? They prescribe you with mind altering drugs, they tie you down to your own bed so you can’t move at night, they spend countless hours every day trying to convince you that the things you saw and felt weren’t real! And to top it all off,” He said, raising his bill into the air and crumpling it up into a ball the size of his head. “They stick you with a bill you can’t possibly afford and an impossible deadline! No good, lousy, useless, ungrateful buncha... buncha... NGHRAAAAAAH!”
Kicking off the lid of a nearby trash can, Idol raised the ball to slam dunk it into the rest of the garbage when an alley cat darted out from behind the can, having been started by the lid hitting the ground. Frozen in place, Idol turned his attention from the running cat up to the ball of paper before slowly tucking it under his arm. “What am I doing?” he asked himself with a sigh. “Taking out my frustration on the hospital staff? They were just doing their jobs. Maybe what I had to say was a bit strange, but surely it isn’t beyond the realm of possibility, right? I mean, all that cat stuff did happen, right?!” Looking down the alley, Idol stared at a small man in a raggedy coat, picking up the pills from the floor. He momentarily turned to shoot a blank look at the blabbering blonde, but quickly returned his attention to picking up the free unwanted medicine. “Right! I wouldn’t have had to go through all of that if it weren’t for that cat after all! It’s all his or her fault! I probably wasn’t even the first person to get hospitalized because of them!” Idol strode further down the alley, looking from side to side for the alley cat he’d seen moments before, perhaps the secret monster responsible for all of this. “But let me tell you something, brother! I will be the last!”
Rolling up the invoice into a tube and repeatedly striking his open palm with it, Idol marched down the alley, keeping his eyes peeled for any cat-related activity in his line of sight. “I am gonna pay this bill, and I am gonna take every Beri out of that cat’s hide! A magic creature like that must be worth something to someone.”
Had he passed by a mirror, he may have caught his reflection and seen his sunken eyes, dried straw-like hair, impossibly wide grin, and horribly dry lips as a sign that he should get some rest and maybe a drink of water. But there was not a reflective surface in sight, and Idol continued his match undeterred. “This is no ordinary creature and not a task for an ordinary man.” Raising his free hand into the air, Idol flexed his bicep and gave it a kiss, seemingly ignoring how smaller it seemed in comparison to before his hospital trip. “Thank god I am faster, stronger, smarter, and better than an ordinary man in every way. Thank god I am a professional wrestler!”
“Ha ha, I know I will, thanks to you and your staff, doctor!”
“And we won’t have any more feline related mishaps, now will we?”
“I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I’m grateful that you all set me straight before I seriously hurt someone.”
“You just keep taking those pills and everything will be just fine.”
Idol stuffed the bottles of medicine down the front of his trunks and gave the doctor a pat on the shoulder. His burnt hands having healed quite nicely, the pain was almost completely unnoticeable. “You saved my life, doctor. I don’t know where I’d be had your crack security team not been there. I really owe you.”
“You’re right!” The doctor responded, handing Idol a large envelope. “You can start the repayment in installations any time within the next 7 days.”
Staring blankly at the envelope, Idol took it with both hands and tore it open, unfurling the long sheet of paper inside. There were several medical phrases and numbers written on the paper, and at the very bottom of the long sheet was a very large number that got Idol breathing very hard.
“Ah yes” Idol said, faking a smile and slowly turning for the door. “My bill. Of course. Thanks.”
“You take care now!” The doctor cheerily said.
“Take care!” The nurses behind him added in unison, bowing as Idol left the hospital.
“I will!” Idol quickly said through grit teeth, smiling so wide his eyes were half-shut. Once he was out the door, he turned the corner and froze in place. His smile morphed into a hard, open mouthed scowl. His brows furrowed as he stared at the giant number staring back at him, almost grimacing at him. “No good bunch of jerks! Can’t believe I’m getting charged for trying to save them all!”
Violently reaching into his trunks, Idol withdrew the pill bottles and threw them into the air, before giving them a hard toe-kick like a soccer player during practice. The bottle lids popped open, and a shower of white pills and red capsules littered the back alley. “You try and warn people of a real threat to their lives, and how do they repay you? They prescribe you with mind altering drugs, they tie you down to your own bed so you can’t move at night, they spend countless hours every day trying to convince you that the things you saw and felt weren’t real! And to top it all off,” He said, raising his bill into the air and crumpling it up into a ball the size of his head. “They stick you with a bill you can’t possibly afford and an impossible deadline! No good, lousy, useless, ungrateful buncha... buncha... NGHRAAAAAAH!”
Kicking off the lid of a nearby trash can, Idol raised the ball to slam dunk it into the rest of the garbage when an alley cat darted out from behind the can, having been started by the lid hitting the ground. Frozen in place, Idol turned his attention from the running cat up to the ball of paper before slowly tucking it under his arm. “What am I doing?” he asked himself with a sigh. “Taking out my frustration on the hospital staff? They were just doing their jobs. Maybe what I had to say was a bit strange, but surely it isn’t beyond the realm of possibility, right? I mean, all that cat stuff did happen, right?!” Looking down the alley, Idol stared at a small man in a raggedy coat, picking up the pills from the floor. He momentarily turned to shoot a blank look at the blabbering blonde, but quickly returned his attention to picking up the free unwanted medicine. “Right! I wouldn’t have had to go through all of that if it weren’t for that cat after all! It’s all his or her fault! I probably wasn’t even the first person to get hospitalized because of them!” Idol strode further down the alley, looking from side to side for the alley cat he’d seen moments before, perhaps the secret monster responsible for all of this. “But let me tell you something, brother! I will be the last!”
Rolling up the invoice into a tube and repeatedly striking his open palm with it, Idol marched down the alley, keeping his eyes peeled for any cat-related activity in his line of sight. “I am gonna pay this bill, and I am gonna take every Beri out of that cat’s hide! A magic creature like that must be worth something to someone.”
Had he passed by a mirror, he may have caught his reflection and seen his sunken eyes, dried straw-like hair, impossibly wide grin, and horribly dry lips as a sign that he should get some rest and maybe a drink of water. But there was not a reflective surface in sight, and Idol continued his match undeterred. “This is no ordinary creature and not a task for an ordinary man.” Raising his free hand into the air, Idol flexed his bicep and gave it a kiss, seemingly ignoring how smaller it seemed in comparison to before his hospital trip. “Thank god I am faster, stronger, smarter, and better than an ordinary man in every way. Thank god I am a professional wrestler!”