Kobra’s P.O.V.
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“No, please! She hates hospitals,” Poison argues Dr. Death Defy.
“Poison,” Dr. D says. “Its that, or she can die.”
I go up to my brother and put a hand on his shoulder, “Bro, she needs a hospital.”
Poison looks at me, then Ritalin and sighs, “Fine, just make sure she gets the best doctor they have.”
“I’ll do my best,” Dr. Death promises Poison. He picks Ritalin up and he puts her in the back seat of his car, and Poison sits next to her, holding her limp body. So I sit in the front passengers seat.
I look out at Jet, Punk, Ghoul and Bandit. “Follow us with my car, no scratches Jet.” I tell them.
Ghoul comes up to the care and says, “Take good care of her, if they don’t let us in.
“We will,” I promise him, and Dr.Death drives off. He’s driving at 70 mph when Ritalin moans.
“Ritalin?” Poison asks quietly, sitting her up in his arms. I look back and hes holding her tight. She doesn’t respond so I look forward again.
“Can you go faster?” I ask Dr. D.
He shakes his head, “Speed limit is 60, I’m already going too fast. 2 minutes and we’ll be there.” I sight and keep quiet. Until we reach Battery Life hospital it was quiet. When we get to the emergency room, it gets loud.
Poison jumps out of the car with Ritalin in his arms, and runs inside with me and Dr. D following him.
“Please!! SOMEONE HELP US! Ritalin’s dying!” Poison yells and a Dr. Skelie comes rushing up to us.
Dr. Skelie says, “Put her on a stretcher and I’ll see what we can do.”
When Poison puts Ritalin on the stretcher, he looks up at Dr. Skelie and tells him, “I’m not leaving her.”
Dr. Skelie looks at Dr. Death, who nods, so Dr. Skelie says, “Fine, but only two people are supposed to follow though. Theres three of you.”
“I’ll stay back,” I offer and Dr. D declines me.
“No, she’ll want you with her,” he says.
“You’re likea father to her. Go with her,” I argue.
Dr. Skelie sighs impatiently, “All 3 of you just come,” I look at Dr. D then Poison, he has red eyes from crying silently, and he hasn’t looked away from Ritalin.
We go into the ER and then let Dr. Skelie take Ritalin in by themselves. Poison starts pacing back and forth, so I talk him to sit down.
Poison clenches his fist and punches the cushion on a chair.
“I should’ve known Thunder wasn’t the person he said he was!” he yells. “He hurt Ritalin, and I don’t care what you guys say, you wont stop me, next time I see him, I’m. gonna shoot that mother fucker!” Poison just stares at the wall and me and Dr. Death stay quiet
