O'KatiexOtis

7

This chapter will be in Otis pov unless stated.  Thanks for reading this terribly written story! Keep on keeping odd!

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All the agents crowded around the room. Olympia was crying. I told her we would be fine. She gave me a final hug before leaving. Apparently, since she didn't commit the 'crime', Ms. O allowed her to return to work.

Once in the room, robots came ready to torture us. They forced a white liquid into O'Katie's mouth. 

"Otis, did I ever tell you that I'm deathly lactose intolerant?" I heard her whisper. 

She sounded scared and grabbed my hand. I gave it a small squeeze.

"No, but you just did."

She gripped my hand tighter. It hurt but I didn't complain.

"Otis! OTIS! I can't breathe!" She cried out. I'm guessing that white liquid was milk, or some dairy product.

"It's okay, O'Katie. I'm going to call Olympia." I soothed. I grabbed my badge and flipped it open. I dialed Olympia's number and waited. She picked up after three rings. 

"Olympia!" I exclaimed. 

"Otis, is this really you?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Please listen. The robots in the Torture Room gave Kat milk. She told me she's deathly lactose intolerant. Tell Ms O that she needs help. I can hardly hear her breathing." 

I"'m on it." Olympia stated and hung up.

"Hang on, Kat. Help is on the way." I whispered. 

*Olympia*

"Ms. O!" I said as I ran into her office. I was beyond angry, but forced myself not to lose control.

"Olympia, what have I told you about running into my office?" Seriously?! Is that all she cares about?

"Ms. O, an agent is dying!"

"Who is it?" She asked, not fully believing my statement.

"It's. .. it's O'Katie. Otis told me she's deathly lactose intolerant. Now he can barely hear her breathing." I answered after a moment's hesitation.

"Owen! Please get Otis and O'Katie out. Get Dr O. What are you waiting for?  Go!" She yelled her trademark phrase when Owen wouldn't move.

Otis was brought out with Katie. Dr. O came to her side.

"Ms. O, I can't help her. I'm not a professional. We need to get her to a hospital." Dr. O said.

Otis looked pale. I held onto him so he wouldn't fall.

*At the hospital...

"Otis Williams?!" We heard the doctor call out through the noise in the waiting room.

"Yes?" Otis stood up to let himself be seen. The doctor walked towards us.

"We have stabilized her breathing. She's going to live."