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Through Anything, Part 8

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Through Anything, Part 8

Setting: The Club Penguin Hospital
Date: July 25th, 2011
Time: 7:41 PM PST
(Point of View: Cadence)

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I took a few big breaths. I was shaking and nervous. What's happening to me?

"Cadence," Franky said softly from next to me. I looked over at him. He leaned down to me and said, "Breathe, alright? You're gonna be just fine, breathe."

I nodded, even though I could see through his expression that he was almost as afraid as I was right now.

Tristen came back in followed by Dr. Cook. He held his laptop and looked like he wasn't in the mood for Franky and I to be acting all gushy. Franky seemed to see that, too, because he sat back in his chair. Dr. Cook doesn't like Franky. I've come to that conclusion. I'm pretty sure he thinks his voice is annoying.

Says the guy with the German accent that's so heavy you could barely understand him, I thought. I grinned to myself.

Dr. Cook and Tristen started talking about something that I couldn't make out, examining the screen that showed all my different reports and progress. Franky sat there, eyes closed. He was mouthing something but not saying anything out loud. I tried to calm myself down, breathing steadily like Franky had told me to do. My hip hurt (as usual).

Dr. Cook turned to me. His sharp stare was scary. He was the kind of guy you really didn’t want to get on the bad side of. “You are in very bad shape,” he said. “It is not a good sign.”
No duh, I thought as he wrote on his clipboard.
“Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how bad has the hip hurt in the past day?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Uh... six?”
He wrote another thing. “What about the rest of the body?”
“Five... ish,” I said.
He writes REALLY fast. “You need to stay still and not make any sudden movements while I check the burn. You--” he pointed to Franky-- “need to leave.”
Franky looked at his phone. “But visiting hours aren’t over for another fifteen minutes.”
“I do not care, you need to leave. You cannot be in the room while we are performing this task.”
“But I--” Franky started.
“No buts!” He was obviously ticked off now.
Franky stuttered a few times, then picked up his bag and started for the door. He gave me a faint wave and I waved back.
“I said don’t move!” Dr. Cook said to me.
“That wasn’t even my hip...” I said. He shook his head. Franky pulled open the door and stepped outside.

I sighed. “It’s one penguin. One penguin who’s shy and won’t bug you if you don’t talk to him. He won’t even touch me if you don’t want me to.”
“It is critical that I have no distractions or my tools may slip and damage you even more.”
“Please, Dr. Cook.”

He looked like he was considering for a minute, then shook his head. “No. That is final.”

I sighed. “Fine...”

He took out one of his fancy tools and peeled off the bandage on my hip. I cringed. Tristen said, “If he’s hurting you, tell him.”
“I think it’s hard for him not to hurt me,” I said.
Dr. Cook muttered, “You are a feisty girl.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because the entire time I’ve been here, I’ve made no improvement,” I replied.
“That is not true.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it is not.”
“Yes, it is. Every day, it’s the same thing.” I couldn’t believe I was being so rude, but with what I’d gone through lately, I felt like I had a right to. “Tristen comes in, Franky gets here, you doctors come check my burns and tell me I’m not making any progress. Like I can help it. For the record, I can’t. It’s not my fault I got burned and if you think I’m gonna die, then why don’t you just give up on me? Most of you penguins are the worst pessimists I’ve met in my life. You always assume the worst-case scenario.”
Dr. Cook just looked at me for a second. Tristen sighed.
“It’s true,” I muttered, hanging my head as an end to my speech.
“Let the boy back in,” Dr. Cook said to Tristen.
I looked up. “Really?”
“You obviously are very upset without him here. I think that you will be less difficult if we just let him in. On one condition. He does not disturb me in any way.”
I nodded. “He won’t, he won’t. I promise.” I was smiling now. “Thank you.”
Dr. Cook gave me an annoyed “you’re welcome”. Tristen opened the door and looked outside.

“Franky? You can come back in.”
“Really?” said Franky from outside.
“Yes, but you have to be quiet.”
“I will. I promise I will.”
Franky came back in and practically ran back over to the chair next to my bed. I smiled as he reached for my flipper and took it. Dr. Cook either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Instead, he started examining my burn again.

It hurt, but I was used to it by now. Franky stroked my flipper gently, kissing his own flipper and placing it on mine. I grinned at him, and he shrugged.

Dr. Cook spent about ten minutes doing all his crazy procedures on the burn. I just sat there, and Franky sat next to me. Tristen looked at the computer screen monitoring me. After that, Dr. Cook looked up and announced,
“We have two choices. We can either wait this out, which could potentially take weeks, but have you guaranteed to get out of here... or... we can perform an emergency surgery to fix this. But the surgery is risky.” He paused. “Your choice, not mine. But we need to deal with this soon, so hurry up and choose one.”
I sighed. “Um... I have no idea... I’m not that great at medical desicions... Can you tell me a little bit more?"
"It is very simple. Surgery or not?"
I tilted my head to the side. "What would the surgery be?"
"To fix the burn. Obviously."
"And why is it risky?"
"Because the burn could become worse."
"How often does it work?"
"For very bad burns like yours, about four-fifths of the time."
That's not that bad, I thought.
"How much does it cost?" Franky cut in.
I looked over at him. Why is he asking that? If anyone, I should be the one to ask that question.
"Three thousand coins."
Franky's eyes widened. "Oh." There was a pause. "I can pay that if it's what she wants."
I shook my head. "Oh, no, Franky, you don't have to..."
Franky put a flipper to his beak, making the 'shh' signal. "Consider it return for... well, everything you've ever done for me."
"No, Franky. I'll pay it."
"Cadence, let me, please."
"Are you two going to have this romantic argument all day," Dr. Cook asked sarcastically, "or am I going to get a descision?"
"And assuming this surgery works, she'll be able to be out sooner?" Franky asked.
Dr. Cook nodded. "Most of her other burns are minor enough that we could let her out. We'd have to check on her weekly, though."
Franky dug into his bag and pulled out a pouch, filing through it until he got what he wanted. He slipped a flipper full of coins into a little blue pouch and held it out to Dr. Cook.

"Please, please fix her."
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This took longer than it should've, it's not that long... Sorry guys ^^;

Anyway, here we go! I know it's kind of a drag lately but this is coming to a slow end. I'm hoping to start some new stuff soon.

I really like this story.

Summary time! XD

Cadence has two options: get 'fixed' with a risk, or wait out her burns.

Yeah, summaries are kinda short lately... XD

Yep! :D

Based off a drawing by: :iconspaniel78cp:
Cadence and Franky belong to Club Penguin
Tristen and Dr. Cook belong to Club Penguin
Story belongs to me :)
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I acctaully like your storys! They are awsome!