Smiling Critters 2: The Story Continues.

Is this Déjà Vu?

Despite the strange situation of being in hiding, PickyPiggy was adapting very well to life in the annex.
At first she stayed in bed because her body still hurt from the whole month of torture. Even Peace said that it was a miracle she could stand on her two legs.

But after a few days she felt energetic and started helping around. She was positive, helped do all kinds of things and didn't complain about hardly anything. Although it was difficult for her to adapt to life with only one arm. Many tasks were difficult for her, and she had to use some extra help, although she did not like people helping her, because she didn't want to feel like a burden.

She got along very well with the other three, to whom she seemed optimistic and eager to help. She had also strengthened her friendship with the others, and with Kickin, Bobby and Lucky she was developing a genuine friendship. It was as if she had found the joy of being alive.

She slept in the infirmary. She expressed that she didn't mind being cold, and she didn't want to take up space in an already crowded room.
Although the cold of the room made the hoarseness she already had a little worse, she did not want to move rooms. It was the one thing she couldn't recover from; The acid from everything she vomited was so corrosive that she burned the walls of her esophagus, and that affected to her speaking.
Her voice was no longer as strong, but she spoke easily and clearly, as always. But between the cold and the acid, she had a perpetual hoarseness that made her voice so weird that even herself laughed at it often.

A week passed like this. The annex breathed a sigh of relief and there were no conflicts and setbacks to fear.

DogDay and Hoppy were talking when Picky walked in that day. She sat on a box near the table, engrossed in a book she took from the office.

DogDay: Picky, maybe you'd read better at the office?

PickyPiggy: I would, but CraftyCorn is doing some drawings, and I didn't want to bother. I'm not bothering here, right?

Hoppy Hopscotch: Of course not!

Picky looked down at the book. She pretended to read it, but she was just leafing through it, without moving forward. She was more attentive to the conversation of the other two.

Hoppy Hopscotch: And how was CatNap here?

DogDay: Lucky brought him. He wanted to talk to me.

Hoppy Hopscotch: And? What happened?

DogDay: We have talked and he says that he is going to help us, to compensate for all the damage. He won't stay directly down here, but he will pass us supplies and information from outside.

Hoppy Hopscotch: That's good, right?

DogDay: It is...unless he's a double agent and passes our information to them.

Hoppy Hopscotch: DogDay, think! If he were to do that, he wouldn't help us.

DogDay: Yeah...well, I hope nothing bad happens.

Hoppy Hopscotch: Well...and about Bubba-

DogDay hushed and looked at Picky surreptitiously. Hoppy realized how close the miss was, and fell silent.
Picky, hearing this, was surprised. Why had DogDay suddenly become silent? Had something bad happened with Bubba?
Picky got up and left the room, but she stayed very close. She wanted to keep listening.
However, she began to hear an argument in another room. Specifically in the office.
PickyPiggy came in.
Crafty was sitting on a box, and SnarkShark was next to the desk. They both seemed angry.

PickyPiggy: What's wrong?

CraftyCorn: He took me out of the desk in a bad manner!

SnarkShark: I have work to do. I work, you understand? You can draw anywhere else. If you want me to give you the pleasure of givin' ya the desk, you're wrong.