From: Yosh1121 <yosh1121@aol.combustible> Subject: [PW!] I've got the Straightjacket Blues Date: Monday, May 31, 1999 5:48 PM "Doctor, are you sure that's the best thing to do? If these readings are correct, then the patient's erratic brain wave pattern could-" The fidgety nurse was cut off sharply by the doctor's soothing, yet stubborn voice. "I know what the reports say, nurse, but there's nothing we can do about that right now, just have some patience." The nurse simply gave up, and left the hospital room in a flustered manner. Doctor Paxton sighed, and kept on reading through the rest of the papers reporting on the teenager sleeping soundlessly in the bed in the same room. He already knew the basics, of who he was and how he was so far from home, as he had had this patient before, but there was some new content near the end. The new report of poisonous snake bite seemed bad enough, but then there was the disturbing report that the boy's brain had been, to put it loosely, mildly fried. The reason was unknown, although if not dealt with, it looked as if it might set off a small chain reaction within the cerebrum, ultimately ending in something truly disastrous. Or so was hypothesized. Doctor Paxton frowned and looked up to focus on the passive Oz. Many mysteries surrounded the boy, this much he knew to be true, as helpful as that wasn't. Doctor Paxton even suspected that most of his new gray hairs were due to this boy, who seemed to keep appearing at the hospital's doorstep endlessly every few weeks. Just when he thought the kid was gone for good, he came back about a month later. "Oy," Oz groaned as he slowly, and painfully came into consciousness. Glancing towards the window, to make sure it was closed and securely locked, the doctor shuffled to the side of the bed, feeling the sense of Deja vu all too well. Oz's eyelids slowly slid open, and he stared blankly at the doctor for a couple of seconds. Doctor Paxton remained silent, waiting for the boy's mind to register. Oz blinked. "AAAAAAHHH!!!" Evidently Oz's brain registered, and he almost fell off the bed. The doctor was motionless, after all, he had gone through this twice before. "Wha? Whe? How?!" Oz sputtered, as his brain struggled to grab hold of his mouth, and failed miserably. He decided to let his brain and mouth work out their problems in peace, and did not attempt to speak any further. "Hmm, let me review: You were found in the middle of the ocean, which in itself is miraculous, if not mind boggingly lucky, considering how vast it is. You were floating in a small, spherical vehicle along with your Sandshrew and Charmander, who are both checked in at the Pokécenter. They will be able to visit you soon enough, as they will both be alright. When we first found you, you were in a deep comma which you just now awakened from, and you also managed to snap about every single one of your stitches, which might seem like the least of your worries, but we had to restitch the whole thing. Right now you're back inside the hospital in Celadon City, which if I could say, is very far from your home." Oz nodded silently as his brain murkily processed each tidbit of info. When he seemed done mentally indulging, Doctor Paxton continued, "And I would like to propose a deal with you." Oz looked up, eyebrows raised slightly to imply that he was listening as his brain and mouth needed to work out some relationship problems at the moment, and the mouth was strangely considering divorce, although when it thought about it, it couldn't think about it, because it needed the brain to think and function. Doctor Paxton cleared his throat before proceeding further, "Three times already, you have arrived at this hospital and we have had to sew those stitches on your shoulder. While there's nothing we can do about the way that it heals, but if you wait in the hospital a few days, and don't run away, it'll fully heal, and you won't have to come back, for the most part. In return, we won't force you to return home, and let you off with a stern lecture on safety." Oz thought about it for a few seconds, but that ended up hurting his head, so he just accepted. His brain and mouth had evidently fixed their marital problems, and were now conversing on where they should go out to eat and celebrate. "Good! Good!" Doctor Paxton replied and turned around to shuffle back out the door. "Uhh... Mr. Paxton, sir?" Oz called when he was halfway through the door, causing him to stop and turn. "Yes, Oswald?" "Err, I understand that you don't want me to go off and hurt myself or anything..." "Yes, that's true." "And that you don't want me to run away, but..." "But what?" Doctor Paxton asked, patiently. ".…But is the straightjacket really necessary? It's sorta confining" Oz muttered as he tested it, straining against the straightjacket. It didn't let him move very much. Doctor Paxton only nodded in quiet response. TBC! ~~~~~ Short, pointless, but just had to establish a few things... don't worry, the brain and mouth are going to stay together... for the kids ^_^ Yosh ---------- Note: Beware the rabid Yosh.