What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (ocX phil wrenneck-the hangover)

8) eh whats up doc

(This chapter was badly written like complete shit but I just wanted to get to the next chapter to be honest)

Double update as I haven't updated in a month, sorry I was taking a nap.

We make our way to the curb waiting for the car as I hand phil a cup of Luke warm coffee he groans in satisfaction taking a large sip of the drink

"So, uh, are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby?" I'm not really sure who said as I'm so engrossed In my own drink. But I'm pretty sure it's Stu's high pitch wine.

"What? I've found a baby before." In unison our jaws drop towards the bear ended pedophile who really should not be holding that child the more I think about it.
"You found a baby before?" I sate bewildered.
"Yeah." He shrugs nonchalantly
"Where?" Stu interrupts
"Coffee Bean." The oath replies as if common knowledge.
"Wait, what?"

"Hey, Phil? I don't think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes." Alan says in a last effort to save his fathers love.

"Relax, we'll be careful." Phil says winking towards me causing me to let out a snort of laughter.

"My dad is crazy about that car. He left Doug in charge..."
"Alan. We got bigger problems here."
"Agreed" I say raising my cup slightly towards the bickering pair.
"Doug could be in the hospital, he could be hurt. Let's worry about the car later."

"Uh, guys? Check it out." Stu interrupts squinting upwards his hillbilly state making an appearance. Before I can make a sarcastic comment towards that my attention is already capture towards the roof

"Is that the mattress from Doug's room?" Alan speaks up.
"What the fuck?" Me and Phil say in unison followed by "jinx padlock you owe me a drink".

"Hey, man, what's going on here?" Phil asked a passing stranger.

"Some asshole threw his bed. out the window last night." He replies but not before giving me a once over. Phil notices this as his jaw tightened and his posture straightened he snakes and arm around my waist pulling me close to his chest.
"No shit." He says in a colder tone than necessary.
"Yeah."

"Some guys just can't handle Vegas." Ughhhhhhh too true dude. Too true.

" Here's your car, officers." And with that my eyes almost bulge out of their sockets.
- Oh, God.

"All right, everybody act cool. All right, don't say a word." Why does it seem like he's done this before?
"Come on, let's just get in and go. Come on."

Bang. My head whips around to be met with the sound of a crying baby.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God." Stu is panicking "You just nailed the baby."

"Are my glasses okay?" Alan says examining the pair.
"Your glasses are fine, dick." I grumble and with that we are off.

The longer we are in the car the more distressed Stu become "This is so illegal."

"Can't you see the fun part in anything?" Phil says.
"No that's why he's marrying melisa" I say straining the she bitchs name
"Yeah, we're stuck in traffic in a stolen police car..."

"Captain obvious" I mutter earning a snicker from Phil.
"...with a missing child in the back seat. Which part of this is fun?9

" I think the cop-car part's pretty cool."
"Thank you, Alan. It is cool."

"Check this out." Phil says obviously annoyed at the slow moving traffic.
"Oh, no. No, Phil. No, Phil. Don't do this!"
"Take it easy."
"Just try to call more attention to us." Stu all but yells sinking back into his seat.

"Attention.....Sorry." Phil's voice carries through the police speaker. "Attention, please. Move out of the way. I repeat, please disperse."

"Phil, stop the car, I wanna get out. Stop the car, I wanna get out. Pull over." And with that I'm buckled over laughing at this mans pathetic behaviour. But that stops when something captures my eye. Grabbing the Mike from Phil I in my best seductive tone begin to address a pair of hot joggers in very tight shorts.

"Sir in the white tank you have an amazing eight pack" Phil grabs the Mike back looking more pissed than before.

"I should have been a fucking cop." I realise

Arriving at the hospital

"Look, I already told you." The exasperated doctor says. "You came in with a mild concussion, some bruised ribs. No big deal." He repeats for maybe the seventh time.
"Although none of you could articulate how it happened." And I have to fight the urge to yell 'well no duh'.

"Do you remember how many of us were here?" Phil asks the obvious question but the rest of us are distracted by the almost naked eighty year old in the room.
"Ah...I don't know. I think it was just you guys. Definitely no baby....And one other guy."
"That's our guy. Was he okay?" Stu's voice hold hope.
"Yeah. He was fine. Just whacked out of his mind. You all were."

The doctor finishes up the rather unpleasant consult before walking past us and out of the room

"Guys, I really gotta go. I'm sorry. I have a surgery up on the fourth floor."

"No, I know. But we just need a couple more minutes of your time." Phil says waving around some money.
"Yeah. Tuck it right in there. I don't want to re-sterilize." If I didn't need this I'd yell at him he was a disgrace to the profession.
"Walk with me."

"Okay, here we go. Patient name, Phil Wenneck, 2:45 a.m. arrival. Minor concussion, like I said. Some bruising. Pretty standard."

"Do you mind if I look? I'm actually a doctor." Stu says causing me for the millionth time this trip to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, you said that several times last night. But really, you're just a dentist. The pretty lady here however can" the doctor says passing me the cold metal clip board

"blood work came in this morning...." I muster reading over the file "Wow....They found a large amount of Ruphylin in your system."
"Ruphylin. Roofies. Commonly known as the date-rape drug." The doctor says shaking his head.
"What, so, what are you saying I was raped last night?" Phil asks humorously "Actually..." and with that single word I have never seen a mans face drain of colour so fast.

"I don't think so. But someone did slip you the drug. I'm not surprised you don't remember anything." And Alan let's put a hideous laugh.

"Doc, none of us can remember anything from last night. Remember?"

After a bit more chitter chatter the doc turns to leave but is stopped once more by Stu.
"Wait, wait, wait. Please, doctor. Is there anything else?"

"Well you did have to wait a while because hospital regulation states that you can't leave till you medical proxy either okays it or signs you out physically. Now all of you where each other's except for her" the doctor finishes pointing towards me.

" wait was he here physically or did you call him" with the pronoun phil's head snaps to
wards me.
"we called dr. Sloan and he okayed your leave" great that's gonna be one hell of an awkward conversation.
"Well....anything else Like, something we may have been talking about...or some place we were going?" I try to change the subject 'skill'.
"Actually, there was something.You guys kept talking about some wedding last night."

"Yeah. No shit. Our buddy Doug's getting married tomorrow."
"You know what? I want the 100 back."
"No, no. Easy."

"You kept talking about some wedding you just came from. At the, uh, Best Little Chapel. You kept saying how sick the wedding was and getting all crazy about it.
Okay, I hope this helps. I really have to leave." The doc says hoping we won't stop him again,

"Best Little Chapel, do you know where that is?" Phil does however pulling out a piece of paper and a pen.
"I do. It's at the corner of Get A Map and Fuck Off. I'm a doctor, not a tour guide. Figure it out yourself, okay? You're big boys.....and woman." With that the potato looking man hurries off.

Twat.