Later that day...
After a litany of x-rays and tests to determine his current condition, Dash would soon find himself in another ward of the hospital under the watchful eye of his new physio, who was assisting him through his new-found exercise regime.
"Steady... steady now, Mr. Boltarius. 1... 2... 3... relax. 1... 2... 3... and relax." the physio guided.
"I know how to do this. My body isn't broken." Dash quipped.
"Not to you, at least. This exercise regime was recommended for you judging our diagnosis of your current condition." the physio said.
"But it's so boring." Dash exclaimed.
"Mr. Boltarius, you need to do this in order to recover back to full health." the physio exclaimed.
"But I was at full health before. I just had a cough and a couple of faints!" Dash excused.
"You call coughing up large amounts of oil, irregular sleep habits, traumatic conversation during sleep and fainting normal?" the physio remarked.
"C'mon! I'm a racer, for the Manufacturer's sake! I dealt with this stuff on a daily basis without the useless checkups. In fact, I had it done for me!" Dash retorted.
"Well, that's perhaps what led you here. Your neglect." the physio said.
"My what?" Dash scowled, offended.
"Your neglect. I mean, when was the last time you had a checkup?" the physio affirmed.
"Well... obviously, my wife is a doctor, but-" Dash said.
"Please answer the question. When was the last time?" the physio reaffirmed.
"I dunno... maybe a couple months ago?" Dash recalled.
"With your wife?" the physio assumed.
"Yeah." Dash confirmed.
"What about before that? When was the last one before that?" the physio asked.
"...I don't remember." Dash sighed.
"My point exactly. This will help you, Mr. Boltarius." the physio said.
"But I don't need any help. I'm my own car! I can take care of myself fine!" Dash stated proudly.
"At this point in time, I'd usually just let patients go so they can 'prove me wrong', but you're court mandated to do this for the next 14 days." the physio said.
"No, I'm not! I literally asked for time." Dash mentioned.
"You asked for time?" the physio perked up.
"Yes, I did." Dash exclaimed.
"Who asks for time? I mean, it's not community service!" the physio asked, chuckling.
"Clearly someone who was trying to right some wrongs." Dash reasoned.
"Really now? Did it come via email?" the physio asked.
"What?" Dash asked, confused.
"Well, this couldn't have come out of the blue. Surely you must've been reminded." the physio reasoned.
"...yes, it did. But that's besides the-" Dash began.
"You do realize that was a court order?" the physio finished.
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The Principles of a Grand Hunt // Part 1 - A Cars Story
FanfictionWelcome 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...
