Finals

Waking Up with Can Openers

Morty woke up a few hours later. He was sore and confused. Bladder full, he headed to the bathroom and relieved himself. Dry spit covered the corners of his mouth, his saliva was thick and pasty. After washing his hands he brushed his teeth. It helped some but not much. Still dazed, he ignored the time and rubbed his head. He needed food. Venturing out into the unknown, beyond his bed room, he headed for the kitchen.

Jerry, his dad, was rummaging around in the cabinets above the counters.

"Hey, have you seen the can opener?" Jerry asked, looking back over his shoulder at the other cabinets and drawers.

"Does it look like I've seen a can opener?" Morty asked, looking emotionless. Jerry returned an annoyed look.

"You know, you don't have to be so smart."

"Well if you were, you'd know I don't have your can opener." He said and slugged along, tired. Jerry watched, sighing.

"Beeeeth?!" He raised his voice and turned back to the cabinets.

Morty made it to the couch, realizing he never got any food as he looked to his empty hands. He just threw his head back, going limp. Rick looked over, still sucking on his brown glass bottle.

"Hey Morr-rrty." He burped out.

Morty sat in silence, blinking up at the ceiling. Rick stared, noticing he's out of it.

"Hey, what's wr-rong?"
Morty just shrugged. Rick stood and grabbed his hand. "Cmon, Mor-rty. Let's go." He said and pulled on his arm. This time Morty didn't fight, he just followed. Soon they were in the ship, moving out of the garage and into the atmosphere.