StacyCat Stories

Even Romance Doctors need Love (Part 2)

It's been days since Stacy locked herself in her room and Stampy was starting to get worried. She wouldn't let anyone in and the only way Stampy could get her to eat anything was if he left it outside her bedroom and let her get it herself. He hasn't seen her since that strange conversation they had after that strange woman left. Was it something he said?

He tried to slip notes under the door but she never wrote back or spoke to him. Well, she did speak to him. But the only thing she said was, "I'm not taking any Heartbroken patients today or maybe ever again. Tell them to go home."

He did tell the patients that but they all got upset, most with the same excuse of coming such a long way. Most accepted it the first few days when Stampy said she was sick, but after a week everyone got antsy.

"Stacy? Stacy, what's wrong? Do you need anything? Medicine? Water? Food? Can you at least make a sound so I know you're alive?" Stampy pleaded.

There was complete silence until he heard her get up from wherever she was and approach the door, but she didn't open it. "I don't really want to talk to you right now Stampy."

"Well, what do you want me to tell the patients? They're getting antsy."

"Tell them to go home, the Romance Doctor is no longer taking patients." She said. Her voice was a little raspy as if she had been crying a whole lot. "Unless you see a woman with pink hair and a blue uniform. Let her in. Her name is Lizzie."

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The next day someone was knocking at the door so much Stampy was afraid the door would cave in. Once he opened the door he saw an impatient, sweating woman with pink hair and a blue outfit. "Let... me... in! Oh god..." She panted.

"Are you Lizzie?" Stampy asked. The woman nodded and he let her inside and closed the door.

Lizzie gave Stampy a nasty look and ran up the stairs. But instead of ignoring the conversation like he normally did, Stampy quietly went up the stairs to Stacy's room and pressed an ear to the wood to hear the conversation going on inside.

~~~

"You can't just quit!" Lizzie argued, pacing around the messy room.

"Well, I did. So, I guess I can." Stacy said bluntly, sitting in a comfortable beanbag chair, surrounded by blankets and pillows like she was sick.

Lizzie growled and kicked a box of tissues. "There has to be a reason right? You never just quit on anything before! What happened?"

The ex-Romance Doctor just sat in her beanbag chair, refusing to answer. Lizzie hated whenever Stacy would get like this. Stacy would refuse to do anything and act like a child while she was supposed to be the mature one, and you could tell whenever Stacy was in a terrible mood because her room would be a mess. Even if she was sick, her room would look better than it did currently.

Stacy coughed and gave Lizzie a look only she would understand. "I have a right to remain silent."

Now, Lizzie might not be the 'Romance Doctor' but she knew eyes and how a look could describe a person's feelings. The look Stacy was giving her was a look of disappointment, with a lot of being heartbroken, and a hint of 'your plan failed'.

With a groan, Lizzie cleared some space by moving old clothes and empty tissue boxes away with her foot and sat down across from Stacy. "What went wrong with the plan. What happened?"

Still wrapped up in her heartbroken burrito Stacy's eyes softened and she decided to explain what happened.

~~~

After some explanation, Lizzie was left wondering how she was going to fix this situation. Or more specifically, how she was going to make her friend happy again. "Do you want me to do something?" She quickly asked.

"No, don't do anything!" Stacy violently responded. "I've made my choice, I quit. And I know that Stampy will never replicate my feelings towards him, at least in a romantic way, so I might as well quit while I'm ahead. You can leave now Lizzie, I'll probably be working with my animals again by tomorrow... probably."

~~~

At this point, Stampy couldn't believe what he just listened in on. Did Stacy really love him? Was she flirting with him the whole time? Was he really that dense? But before he could get his questions in order he heard someone approach the door and in a moment of quick thinking, he dashed down to the bottom of the stairs and into the living room, where he pretended to clean the table. Though the table was really dirty.

Lizzie practically flew down the stairs and made her way towards the door, not even realizing Stampy was there until he said, "Is she okay?"

"Don't pretend like you didn't hear the conversation," Lizzie growled.

Trying to keep up his facade Stampy asked, "What conversation?"

In an unexpected rage, Lizzie walked over to Stampy, grabbed him by the helm of his shirt and pinned him to the wall. "I know you were listening in on the entire conversation, I heard you! Now in order for Stacy to go back to her Stacy-self some work needs to be done." Lizzie explained, "and you're going to help me."