From: Yosh <yosh1121@aol.combustible> Subject: Re: [PW!] Revelations of a Different Sort Date: Friday, July 02, 1999 4:58 PM <snip!> > "Nyaack! I think I poked myself in the eye!" Oz explained. The nurse sighed, >rolled her eyes, and continued wheeling the large cart towards the hospital, >exerting a bit more force to compensate for the new weight in it. > > "I should have become a neurologist," she glumly muttered. On upon reaching his hospital room... "THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT!" The peaceful and tranquil mood of the hospital hallway was broken by the sound of a certain Doctor Paxton's last thread of patience finally snapping. And snapping really loudly, at that too. Several minutes later, Dr. Paxton, the owner of the bedraggled patience, emerged from a hospital room, with a small, struggling teenage boy in tow. Dr. Paxton had hurriedly stuffed Oz back into his straightjacket, and was now hurriedly dragging the boy down the hallway by one of his feet. "Hey, uhh, Doctor? Doc?!" Oz protested, as he drug along the linoleum, "Your making sort of a scene... Stop? Please? Look, people are staring! It's child abuse! Child abuse, hear me?! I'm gonna call...uhh... Charter! Could you atleast slow down? And take this jacket off again? It's kinda cramped and stairs! Stairs! Stop! Eeee!" Doctor Paxton ignored Oz, and soon enough Oz was in the patient drop off/pick up driveway and thrown into a white van with padded insides clearly marked in big imposing letters as belonging to the local hospital. When assured that the back-double doors of the van were securely locked, Dr. Paxton gave instructions to the two burly men who would transport Oz, "Transport the boy to Celadon's police station. Tell Officer Jenny she can keep him in the jail for the while, and call for his mother in Viridian City. This little delinquent ran away from home, and it shouldn't take long to set up the proper transportation for his return." Let us see just how much fortitude Viridian has than I, he thought cheerfully to himself. Just as long as he didn't have to deal with Oz anymore, he was remarkably happier. He grinned heartily, and practically skipped back into the hotel, humming a certain recent N'Sync song to himself. Meanwhile, back in the padded van Oz was sprawled on the floor, moaning from a pounding headache that seemed to result directly from being dragged down a couple flight of stairs. And of course, it didn't help that the driver of the van was steering as if he had completely failed Drivers Ed. And a simultaneous drug test. "Jeez, dude," Oz muttered to himself, "what in the world is wrong with people in Celadon? They're all like strung out on crack, man…" Finally, after a very bumpy car ride, the van rolled to a stop. The men talked to Officer Jenny for a short while, and then opened the double-van doors. The pair of brawny men hefted Oz out of the vehicle and into the police station. Oz was soon thrown carelessly into a cell, although he didn't bother to either open his eyes or get up off the cold, hard surface. Things were bad enough as it was, without him knowing specifics. His last thoughts before he finally fell asleep from exhaustion were: Where exactly was Sandshrew, and why in the world couldn't Oz seem to just stay out of Celadon, and trouble in Celadon? TBC! ~ ~ ~ Just keeping the local Officer Jenny busy... ^_^; Yosh ---------- Note: Beware the rabid Yosh.