The 'Rashes' (Sheriff Labrador fanfic)

Chapter 3: Wise Advice

Jail. Again

Antel sighed, slumping to the floor and crossing her legs. Of course she was in prison again, like she usually was due to her guilty crimes. Maybe escaping wouldn't even be necessary anymore. The mad scientist looked through the grey bars of denial, her eyes scanning the area outside of her cell. Her eyes lit up slightly upon seeing him.

Sheriff Labrador. On a couch, still knocked out cold. Antel still couldn't forgive Wolf for that.

She took mental note that the other two police officers weren't around at the moment. She didn't know where they were, but they just weren't around. Thinking it was the only chance she had, she whistled through the metal bars, trying to wake up the sheriff.

"Hey! Sir! Wake up!"

Of course nothing happened.

"Come on! Open at least one of your eyes!"

To her delight, that did it.

He silently squinted an eye open, gazing left and right, before slowly sitting up with a dazed face. He seemed to be very exhausted, although it wasn't clearly visible since Antel could only see half of his face from where she was sitting. She watched as he groaned and stretched his arms, which probably was a bad idea, because his hurting limb twisted, causing him to collapse onto the floor in pain. 'Oof..' Dr. Antel thought, 'I sort of forgot about his bad rash.' Once his pain had finally subsided (or, atleast Antel thought it had subsided) Sheriff Labrador rose to his feet and noticed the prisoner sitting helplessly in her cell, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Heh.." he muttered, smirking a bit. "I guess they caught you without me."

"That's not the point right now," the villaness said quickly, her face reddening. "The point is that you are okay. How do you feel?"

The sheriff widened his eyes for a moment as if he were surprised, then he pulled up his sleeve and studied his gashed arm. The rash was still very big and red, maybe a darker red than before, but other than that it just looked very painful.

"It hurts as much as it looks," he replied, looking turning his head back at Dr. Antel. "But.. why are you so concerned all of a sudden?"

Dr. Antel looked at her rival, her eyebrows arched in worry. She silently examined his face; it was clear Sheriff Labrador was still suspicious of her helping him.

"It's.. it's because I care about you, sir. I might not show it much, and we may be enemies, but I do care about you," she mumbled nervously, avoiding eye contact. It became silent for a moment, before she started to hear Sheriff Labrador's footsteps slowly creeping towards her. Before long, he was standing in front of her, his expression changed from suspicion to slight uncertainty and hope. He knelt down to the woman's level and sighed.

"You've.. changed," he said, his voice lingering with confusion.

"Well, at least I am trying to change. I never knew why I became a villan in the first place."

"It's most likely because of the desire to have something that matters to you. What matters to you, Antel?"

She kept quiet, refusing to answer the question. They remained silent for a few moments, before Antel suddenly reached out through the bars and gently took Sheriff Labrador's hand, reeling him towards her so she could have a better look at his arm. Sheriff Labrador leaned against the jail cell, watching blankly as his arm was inspected closely by his former rival. His mind was bubbling a lot. Could he really trust her?

"Your rash looks more like a gash. It is pink mixed with a deep red around the sides and near the center. Does it hurt when I do this?" the scientist enquired, lightly poking him where the middle of the dark mark was. Almost immediately, the sheriff winced, becoming a bright reddish-pink. He retracted his arm and clutched it, his eye twitching from the pain. Antel nearly jumped from this reaction.

"D- do you know how you got that huge rash anyway, sir?" she stuttered, nearly fearing the worst for him.

"Not at all. I only realised I had it when you pulled up my sleeve earlier."

Dr. Antel looked at his arm, then at him, then at his arm, then back at him. She sighed a deep sigh and shook her head slightly, her head bowed down yet her glimmering purple eyes shining up at Sheriff Labrador.

"I'm no medic, but I think you have to go to the doctor," she finally said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Those words are actually the wisest words I've ever heard from you," Sheriff Labrador replied, quietly chuckling to himself. Not long later, both him and Antel were lightly laughing about the situation. Once they had calmed down, the prisoner quickly became serious again.

"Listen to me, please go to the doctor very soon, sir."

"I can keep that promise very well, Antel."

With a soft grin, Antel kissed her palm and placed it on Sheriff Labrador's hand. "You got this, partner."

Becoming slightly pink in the face, the sheriff nodded, stood up, and walked out of the area, secretly smiling to himself as he went.