Present Day
For the first time in what seemed like forever, the small town of Radiator Springs reclaimed its normalcy as the townsfolk carried out their usual day jobs. This included Demetria, whom had her first patient in months. It almost felt new for her again considering she was without her husband, who had been gone for a couple of months serving a long overdue sentence.
She tended to a customer in her operating room, a room shed rarely been in since marrying Dash.
"Good morning, sir! How can I assist you?" Demetria greeted, gesturing to the patient to climb up onto the operating platform.
"Feeling a bit ill today, Doc... hence why I'm here." the patient said.
"Alright. On a scale of 1-10, how bad is your pain today?" Demetria asked as she prepared her tools.
"I'd say a 5 or a 6. I feel quite groggy in the hood." the patient said.
"Okay. Let's take a quick look." Demetria said.
Demetria popped the patient's hood and carefully peered around.
"Alright, so I can already see a bit of a buildup of oil around the head gasket, indicating internal leakage." Demetria diagnosed.
"Oh, that doesn't sound good." the patient said, shuffling around uncomfortably.
"Try to stay relaxed, sir. Your shuffling about might-" Demetria said.
Suddenly, her phone rang on her desk, rattling around some of her tools. The patient's comfort began to lessen as a result.
"My apologies, sir." Demetria said, refocusing on the patient. The phone stopped ringing.
"That's okay, Doc." the patient said.
"As I was saying, your shuffling about might affect your head gasket. I advise you to stay still as best you can." Demetria requested.
"Alright, I'll try." the patient responded.
"And you're already doing great at it. Keep it up!" Demetria said.
"T-thanks, Doc." the patient thanked.
"That's okay. Now I'm going to need to reach into your hood, so if the discomfort is too much, let me know." Demetria advised.
"Will do, Doc." the patient said.
Demetria picked up one of her tools and began doing her doctoral magic on the patient. Then once again her phone rang, rattling more tools around.
"Damnit..." she swore under her breath. The ringing stopped once more.
"What is it, Doc? Is it bad?" the patient asked.
"Nothing. I might have to put you under. Is that alright?" Demetria asked.
"That's quite alright. Do your magic, Doc." the patient allowed.
She quickly excused herself to retrieve the anesthetic. As she attached the breathing apparatus to the patient, the phone rang once more.
"Somebody must really want to speak with you, Doc." the patient said, their words muffled by the sedative gas mask.
"They'll need to contact me via my business number, not private number." Demetria advised as she turned on the gas, putting the patient under.
Their eyes slowly shut, allowing Demetria to quickly tend to her phone.
"Okay, what does this car want?" she asked herself.
Suddenly...
Incoming call, Hot Rod
"Dash? What the hell is he doing calling me out of hours?" Demetria thought as she answered the phone automatically.
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The Principles of a Grand Hunt // Part 1 - A Cars Story
FanficWelcome to the Grand Hunt! For the third part of 'The Dash to Victory' series, our favorite gang of talking cars are tasked with hunting down the elusive principal-turned-evil, Helmut Nettes. He doesn't make it easy for them, contorting their minds...
