Case 34

What's happening now?

"Say aah!"

"..."

"Say aaahhh, Baseball."

"..."

"Come on, Baseball. I'm just gonna check your throat and tonsils. I already checked Microphone, Taco, and Nickel! I gave Nickel some medication for his throat and I think he will stop throwing up blood in about a week or so! He'll finally have a break from all the bloody mornings."

"Whatever. Aren't you supposed to be calling me B-34 or something?"

"Yes, and I keep forgetting so I'm gonna stop calling you guys that."

Baseball finally opens his mouth and Fan examines it thoroughly with a flashlight and his gloved finger. He turns the flashlight off and writes on his clipboard. Baseball sits there waiting and is itching to ask Fan a question. "Wait, you were serious about the Nickel having medication thing, right?" Fan looks up and clears his throat. "Yeah, of course! His throat isn't gonna get any better if I don't give him any. Plus, he needs to drink a lot of gnarly medicines for it to get better a lot quicker." Baseball just sighs with relief. He was used to being tricked and lied to a lot by Test Tube. She would give empty promises about Nickel and his vomiting and giving him medicine. He's just glad he has it now.

Fan grabs a bottle from his desk and opens it, grabbing something inside and placing it close to Baseball's mouth. "What's that?" He asks. "It's your antiepileptics! I saw the bottle in Test Tube's drawers earlier this morning. Also, I read your file. Now drink up!" Baseball gives Fan a small smile before placing the pill in his mouth, Fan puts a glass of water up to his lips for him to drink. After he gulps down the medicine, he breathes heavily and sighs. Fan jots down a few notes in his notebook before standing up. "Let's get you back to the room, okay?" Baseball and Fan make their way down the hallway in silence. Fan felt slightly intimidated by his physique. He was taller and bigger than him, and his voice was deeper than his own too. But he seems to be so gentle and quiet. Fan knows for a fact each one of those subjects is dying to ask why he was acting so kind, but he doesn't want to have to admit and tell them that this kindness will be long gone once Test Tube is back.

Clearing his throat for about the hundredth time today, Fan opens the door to the main room. Nickel approaches and Baseball and their bodies gently bump against each other. Fan assumes that's their way of hugging considering they don't have arms or hands. He smiles and looks at the other subjects in the room. He walks inside the room slowly while writing down some notes on his clipboard. "Alright, everyone! We're done for the day. Everyone did a good job today! I'll be making dinner in a few minutes. Hope nobody minds mashed potatoes!" Fan closes the door slowly with a smile before locking it again.

Everyone sits in silence for a few seconds before Microphone shuffles on the floor. "Did he just say we did a good job?" Nickel nods and Baseball shrugs. Or at least looks like he was shrugging. Taco scoffs but smiles anyway. Microphone leans against the wall and places a hand on her face. "This is such a sudden change of pace. It's gonna take me a while to get used to this."

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"Trophy, now is not the time!"

"Then when is the time to talk about it, OJ?!"

"Guys, stop! Fighting won't solve anything!"

"And moping around and doing nothing will?"

"I-I didn't say that! I just-"

Cheesy's eyes slowly blink, his surroundings being a slight blur until he rubbed his eyes. He tries to sit up but falls back down onto the mattress as a sudden pounding feeling hits his head. He groans in pain, rubbing his temples. He wasn't sure if he needed more sleep or if he did something last night that may have given him this headache. There was still yelling outside of his room, some of the voices switching between Trophy, Soap, and OJ. Suitcase chimed in a few times in an attempt to cool down the tension, but neither she nor Soap was successful. The argument continued as Cheesy slowly stood up from his bed, groaning as he leaned against a wall. It doesn't help that he can't remember anything from yesterday. Now he's clueless about his sudden headache. Is this a hangover or did he get drugged?