Season 1 of America's Suitehearts.
Only some of the episodes take place directly after each other, leaving space for people to use my AU for their own stories. Fan art, fan fiction, and other fan works are accepted, as long as you give credit to me...
Dr. Eiru arrived at the lab right on time, as usual. He picked up his kale and apple smoothie and headed to the lab complex where Stacy and Gin worked.
As he strolled through row after row of plexiglass doors, he took the time to say hello and give a "Good work!" to all of the researchers in the lab.
He blew Gin a kiss as he strolled by. Finally, he made it to Stacy's room. Dr. Eiru saw Stacy dancing in the middle of the lab.
"Hey, Stacy! Uh, shouldn't you be researching your formula?"
Stacy was unresponsive.
"Stacy... Please let me in!"
Stacy remained unresponsive. Stacy tripped over a plastic beaker that had fallen to the ground. He was still making an effort to dance even though he was lying on the floor with an uncontrollable nosebleed. As a best friend should do, Dr. Eiru shattered the door into a million pieces, picked up his friend, and hit the Emergency Switch.
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Five minutes later, an ambulance arrived at Cellophane Labs for Stacy. The paramedics had to strap Stacy down to the gurney because of his still uncontrollable dancing, until he eventually passed out.
Dr. Eiru was perplexed and said, "Why did you test the formula on yourself?!? You could've been seriously injured, or worse!"
As Dr. Eiru sat down, watched, and waited for Stacy to recover, he began to recall a song that he had heard in the past.
"The I.V and your hospital bed, this was no accident: this was a therapeutic chain of events.
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor, this is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital.
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional, it sure as hell ain't normal, but we deal, we deal...
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in...
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional, it sure as hell ain't normal, but we deal, we deal..." (Panic! At The Disco, Camisado)
As Dr. Eiru sang the song to himself to try to calm down, he had an epiphany. "Stacy would never have carried out the test on his own. Someone had to have told him to do it," he thought to himself. Dr. Eiru continued humming the song to himself...
"You're a regular decorated emergency!
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake.
You've earned your place atop the ICU's hall of fame!
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again."
(Panic! At The Disco, Camisado)
Dr. Benzedrine saw a bright light coming into his field of vision, but his eyes weren't open. He began to regain consciousness and blinked his eyes from the hospital light. "Hello? What am I doing here? How did I get here? What happened to my yellow suit?"
Brendan took a big sigh of relief.
"Stacy? OH, THANK GOD!"
Stacy responded, "Brendan! I mean, Dr. Eiru. What a nice surprise."
Dr. Eiru laid into him, "Stacy, what were you thinking?!? Why did you test that formula?!? You could've died."
Stacy tried to sit up, "Eiru, if I wasn't strapped to this gurney, I would strangle you. Why did you make me do that? And don't pretend you don't know... You sent me that letter last night, and that's all the evidence that I need to know that this job isn't for me."
Dr. Eiru was confused and said, "Letter? What? Anyway, you can't just quit! You're my best friend..."
Stacy (AKA Dr. Benzedrine) said defiantly, in a voice that didn't quite seem to be his own, "I already have. My resignation papers will be at your house by tomorrow morning. I don't want to work for someone who has no regard for human life. And I certainly don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness!"
Dr. Eiru felt that he had jut lost his best friend. Here he was, with his best friend in the hospital and turned against him -- all because of a letter that he didn't write!
He thought to himself, "Who would forge my own handwriting? It would have to be someone close to me who has access to a lot of my written manuscripts... Wait a minute! Gin has been has been coming home late and in a terrible mood. She keeps saying to me that I need to pay more attention to her but she won't make any time for me. Something seems very wrong here..."
