Disconnected (Rhett&Link fan-fic)

It's up to you Rhett.

Dr. Goal followed Rhett into the headquarters and sat him down in the kitchen. 

" Looks like you haven't eaten in a while. " He said. 

" Link lived off the last IV of superjucie until we got to the factory, I don't think I've eaten since. "

" How long ago was that? " 

" I don't know, 48 hours maybe. " 

" Well then, try and eat this. " Dr. Goal sighed and handed over a cup of cold, sticky, light brown soup, it looked kinda like porrige. 

Rhett carefully place the cup at his lips and took a sip, the soup got stuck in the mustache part of his beard, but he didn't care and just carefully drunk every drop of it from the soup. Dr. Goal sat down next to him and studied him as he drunk. He looked at the skin on Rhetts neck and carefully held on to his wrist. 

" We need to do a check up on you, make sure everything's okay. " Dr. Goal sighed. 

Rhett finished the soup and wiped him mouth with the back of his hand. 

" Dr. Goal, if you don't mind me asking, but what's your name? " 

" Larry, Larry Goal. " 

Rhett mumbled the name for himself before Mickey and Silver came back in the room. 

" Looks like you got some grub, good. Let's take a closer look and make sure you're okay. " Mickey said, with Silver nodding in agreement. 

The group, now consisting of four people head off, deeper into the building. 

" Where's Link? " Rhett asked. 

" He isn't doing too good. " Was the only answer he manged to get out of any of the others. They then walked all the way to the check-up office in silence...