2001, a famed musician under stress due to a multitude of unfortunate events; A loss of two lives dear to him, a jailed fiance, a crumbling mind as he cares for his daughter alone. He's been brought under a new pressure as soon as everything settles...
"I'm glad to see you all made it," The capped man said, helping Billy prop up on a guest bed. He was hardly awake, still swaying around. Chelsea sat on a bed nearby, tired and downtrodden.
"I had a feeling after I learned Chelsea's ability, that we could save Billy with ease. If not, well-" He pat the head of his stand with an assured smile. "It would've been fine."
"I wouldn't have expected anything less." He chirped as he stood up, heading to the fireplace nearby. He shifted the logs within, the flame burning brighter and warmer. "Go see if your father has everything ready. I think you'll need to stay with him for this, anyways. He can only bring so much in here, you know."
"Will do." He headed for the door, before turning once more, "Is that all?"
"Yes. I will keep an eye on these two while we wait."
Tanx nodded, finally departing. Dr. Dog turned to the gloomy pair, hand straddling his guitar. He sighed, pondering.
"Dooog...?" Billy groaned, trying to keep awake.
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"Yes, Doctor Dog. I can see the pain medicine is working. I take it you remember me?"
Billy nodded, trying to make sense of everything. His body felt numb and empty, his head spinning wildly. Dr. Dog placed a hand on his covered lap, attention on him and Chelsea.
"We finally got some sense into Tanx, he's quite grateful to you guys now. It's a wonderful thing, but I wouldn't imagine him staying against you. You wouldn't believe what that Carsmile fellow tried to offer...phuh." He wriggled his hand, disgusted yet amused. He then went back to a more serious posture, eyeing Billy with concern. "Though I see he means business..." He turned to the woman in pink. "And who might you be, young lady?"
"Chelsea..." She sighed, weakness in her voice.
"Must have had a rough night, hm?"
"Yeah... I don't want to talk about it right now."
"I understand. Listen, my son told me of your plans with Billy, but I think my husband would like him to rest here for an hour or two. He needs to regain some strength before doing much...I'm sure you could use some rest, too." He noted her tired, red eyes. She nodded with a sniff, trying to stay composed.
"Does this mean Billy will be ok?"
"Surely. My husband is one of the best in the business, you know! All we need to do is some stitching and a quick blood transfusion- You're very lucky Tanx happens to be O negative... You'll still need about an hour to rest, though. I don't want to send anyone out of here with a pained and foggy mind. Especially in this weather!"
"Yes, sir." Chelsea sighed, slumping back. Billy moaned, losing consciousness ever so slightly. She heard a racket from the other room, as well as a gentle guitar playing in the room. She looked over to Billy in concern, slowly drifting into rest. Dr. Dog caught her gaze, stopping his music briefly.
