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Clint is back as a medjack, to be fair he was needed.
Jeff isn't exactly the best help, or yeah he just isn't the best help.
Clint spoke as soon as he stepped foot into the medhut, "Thank god that you asked me to come back."
Clint wiped his face with his hand, I feel bad for him mostly because of how hot is it when working out in the fields.
Clint spoke again, wiping beads of sweat off his nose, did I ever tell you how damn hot it is in this freakin' place? I get that everyone else has been here for years. But I've been here for about two or three days. And counting hopefully, "Anyways, remember when you came up in that box?"
That box isn't a real fun experience I can tell you that, "Why would I forget?"
"Alby found some blue stuff in a tube, I was wondering-" Clint stopped thinking for a second, wiping his dirty hands off, "I'll just show you."
Jeff popped out of the other room, where our dear friend George was being held. We had to put him somewhere, and when I mean somewhere I meant away from everyone and everything, there's barley anything in there. Just an overexcited, probably ADHD Jeff and a little stool to when-
Well our other peeps want to see how he's doing. I heard he was a nice fellow. Now he's just a crazy fellow.
Jeff walked over to the main room of the medhut. "Hey, Dory, when do you think George is gonna wake up?" he paused waiting for an answer, and when he found out I didn't know when he would wake up he spoke again, "you know since your all medical doctor professional."
I sighed, I don't even know why I can do all this stuff, or why I'm even here.
I don't even know my real name.
I don't remember anything about my past either.
But for some reason I know what sarcastic is, I know what pain killers do an how they work in a human body, I know a lot of random stuff, but just not who taught them to me.
Jeff waved his hands in my face when I realized I was spacing out. "Hello- Dory? Nemo to Dory?"
"Oh yeah about that I think he'll wake up soon, but Clint was just telling me about this medicine he found when I came up here in that box."
"What medicine?-"
Clint walked back in the room with a box of the medicine he was talking about. They made a jingle sound as he walked by, placing them on the table.
There was a good amount of just medicine, about 20 or 30 more of just this medicine alone.
Clint scratched his eyebrow looking down at the giant load he carried in, "I was wondering if who ever is keeping us here, if they sent it here so we could, I don't know, save George?"
I looked at the medicine. It looked really suspicious, I mean like whoever put us here, must've put us here for a reason, and not for good ones I suppose I mean it's like we're trapped here. Living like rats in a testing lab. They probably made George crazy.
I'm just saying I don't trust this medicine one bit, "I don't know.. I wouldn't really trust this if I was you."
A little piece of paper was taped to the box, Jeff's curiosity peaked as always, he's one of a kind to look after jumping.
Jeff read the paper out loud, "This is something to help with your little friend, we feel bad, smiley face, love and kisses TT"
Jeff made a face, "I thought it was hugs and kisses."
Clint shrugged, "I mean it is suspicious, we never got a note before."
I looked over into the other room, where deformed muffin laid, sleeping with a stitch on his fore head that I almost threw up on when stitching it. "I don't know, I don't want to hurt George."
Jeff threw his arms up in the air, his eyebrows flying along with him, "I mean it's not like he's not dying already-"
"Jeff-" Clint and I both said in unison.
"Is it wrong though?" Jeff said shrugging, he was still keeping the frog he got from that little frog paradise, it was hopping in his hand. Cutie.
"You should make a home for that frog, its cute."
Jeff nodded, while Clint put the medicine on the shelves. "I should make a home, what should we call it?"
Clint spoke out while putting the medicine on the selves, placing each one right by each other, "Um, Jeff 2.0."
Jeff whipped his head around, "Wait why is it a copy of ME?"
"Because you both jump around like little frogs." We say in unison.
"I don't-"
Jeff was cut off by someone trying to break the door that sat right between the main room and.. George's room.
