The Derp Games

Chapter 12 PEEWEE

I near the door to the hospital room. The Games have been temporarily postponed until Peewee can get back on his feet.

I finally found out what happened to him. Turns out he won, but Chop got really mad and drop-kicked him to the ground. Which, in turn, knocked Peewee out. I guess I don't blame her for doing it. I undoubtedly would've done the same if I had spent all of my life training, and got beat by a sexy baker from a poor district.

I open the door and see Peewee laying in the bed. He spots me and quickly fumbles with the remote to turn off Teletubbies.

"Teletubbies, huh?" I ask.

He laughs nervously, "It cheers me up."

"Alrighty. I won't ask," I say, "So how are you?"

"I'm okay now. I just got a mild concussion, but they're still holding off the games for a few days; to keep it fair," he replies.

I nod in response and sit down in the chair next to his bed. We sit there in silence for a while until a few familiar faces walk in.

"PEEWEE!!" Ellie shrieks. She hops over to Peewee and hugs him,

"You did it, you beat Chop!"

"Yeah, but she obviously wasn't too happy about it," says Peewee.

"Oh get over it. I've had worse happen to me," Hammy steps in behind Ellie.

Peewee frowns and turns the Teletubbies back on.

"Here, Peewee, I bought this for you. For good luck," Ellie hands him a necklace with a Hamburger charm dangling on the end of it.

Peewee holds back tears and grabs the necklace from Ellie, "Its beautiful. Thanks, I'll wear it every day."

"Oh, it was nothing! Just a reminder of how amazing Peepiss was in the tribute parade, and up until now!" replies Ellie.

Peewee smiles and puts the necklace on.

Nobody says anything for a while, so I decide to break the silence,

"Hammie, can I talk to you outside?"

He nods and we both walk outside.

"What's the haps Dogpiss?" he asks.

I want to tell him about how I cheated in the pie-eating contest. How I stole pie from Peewee to get him to the next competition, but, being in such a big hospital, I can't. There are probably hidden cameras in every room.

"I just--I wanted to thank you for moving Peewee and I up a round in the Arm-Wrestling competition," I say nervously.

Hammy is fully aware that that was not what I wanted to say, but he plays along.

"Yeah, no problem. Anything for Peepiss, right?"

I laugh quietly and we return to Peewee. After everyone has talked to him, and told him to "Get well soon," they all leave. I'm left alone with Peewee, and we watch Teletubbies until we both fall asleep.