The Hangover, Part 2. (Phil Wenneck X OC.)

Chapter 14.

They chased after Brooklyn, joining her in the cab to head to the trashy hotel they woke up in the morning before.

"Hey, mind filling us in, babe?" Phil asked, sitting next to his love once the cab got moving.

"Okay, so when we woke up, the power was out," Stu began explaining. "And you found Teddy's finger in what?"

"A bowl of water," Phil answered, not seeing where Stu was going yet.

"But it didn't start out as water..."

"No, it was ice."

"Exactly," Brooklyn continued. "Teddy got ice from the machine, came back to the room, put his finger on ice, fell asleep. Now, what do you do if you wake up and you find your finger floating in a bowl of melted ice?" She asked.

"I'd get more ice, Brooks..." Phil stated in a 'matter of fact' tone, before the realization hit him. "...On the 15th fucking floor!"

"Yes!!" Both Stu and Brooklyn shouted. "Teddy goes up, the power goes out-"

"Holy shit!" Phil shouted with a chuckle, leaning back into the bench of the taxi. "Of course!"

"Of course, he's in the ice machine!" Alan thought, but of course, in his bottomless head full of stupidity, was not correct.

"Alan, no!" Stu shouted with a laugh.

"He's in the elevator!" Brooklyn shouted, her hope that was wearing thin starting to thicken again. "Fucking Christ, he's been in there for 2 goddamn days."

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Pulling back up to the motel, Phil having found a crowbar from somewhere, the 4 raced into the lobby and looked at the elevator. "It's on 10!" Phil shouted as he pointed up at the elevator floor dial then looked at the doorman holding a newspaper. "Sir, is the elevator stuck?" He asked.

The man responded in Thai, obviously not being understood by the 4 until he pointed at the stairs. To which they began running up the stairs to the 10th floor.

"Ten! This is it! Teddy!" Brooklyn shouted as she stumbled up the stairs and towards the elevator doors.

"Teddy! Teddy!" Stu screamed, banging on the elevator doors until Phil came up behind him and Brooklyn.

"Look out! Look out!" He demanded, wedging the crowbar between the doors and wrenching them apart.

When Phil had the doors open enough for Stu to get his hands in, Phil dropped the crowbar and helped him pull the doors open.

There laid Teddy, drenched in sweat on his side, which the group began shouting in victory as the teenager woke up from the noise.

Brooklyn gave a sigh of relief as the teenager slowly turned onto his side. "He's okay!" Alan shouted with glee, however Brooklyn wasn't sure if he meant it or not considering he wanted his friends to have nothing to do with him the day prior.

"Teddy? Teddy?" Stu questioned as his future brother-in-law slowly began to open his eyes.

Brooklyn saw his left hand was wrapped up, which had to be the hand his severed finger used to lay on. "Hey, you okay? You okay, man?"

"Where am I?" Teddy asked, his voice shallow and slightly disoriented as he coughed slightly.

"You're in an elevator in the middle of Bangkok," Stu laughed, unable to quit smiling. "But we're gonna get you out of here. It's gonna be fine."

"Hey Stu...nice tattoo," Teddy remarked with a small smile, and Stu chuckled at his slight joke.

"Alright, let's do this," Phil spoke, getting back to business as he helped Stu pull Teddy out of the elevator.