| Adam, Rob, Paul, and Brian rushed to the emergency room, and ran to the desk. "Can you tell us where Paul Doucette is?" Rob asked, breathlessly, to the woman behind the desk. The group had run all the way up through the parking lot. "I'm sorry, but you can't see him. The doctor will be out shortly." She replied, and chewed her gum some more. The four bandmembers all trailed over to the seats and waited until the tall young doctor emerged from behind the two big doors, carrying his clipboard. "Are you here for Mr. Doucette?" The doctor asked. "Yes, we are." Rob replied. "Well, it seems he was in a very strange and unfortunate accident. I haven't ever seen a case such as this one." "What happened?" Kyle asked. "Well, it seems Paul was walking down the street, talking on his cell phone, when he tripped over a small dog and landed in some newly poured cement. Consequently, at the same time Paul fell, a truck hauling 100 mutated, ill-tempered trained attack circus peacocks swerved to miss the very same dog he tripped over. The truck hit a fire hydrant, and the cages were all knocked open, releasing 100 deadly peacocks into the streets. Paul just happened to be the first thing they saw, so they attacked." All four men stared in awe at the doctor as he continued his story. "Well, they pecked at him, and tore at him with their sharp claws. By the time the peacock trainers got there, Paul had been mauled unconscious by the beasts, and was covered in feathers. The medics were called out immediately, and Paul was transported here. Unfortunately, we couldn't wash the cement and feathers off before it all dried... so he does look a bit rough. He's still unconscious, and has some wounds from the birds. He should be ok, but we'd like to keep him for a week or so just to make sure he doesn't have rabies or anything dangerous." "Um...thanks..." Brian said, still staring. "You may go in and see him, but please remember what he's been through when you see his appearance." The doctor warned, opening the door to Paul's room. The four men walked in, to see Paul laying on the hospital bed, very still. He was covered in feathers and cement, and looked almost like a peacock himself. Where there weren't feathers, there were cuts and gashes in his skin from the beaks and claws of the birds. "He looks terrible," Adam commented. "Yeah," Rob said. Kyle reached for his cell phone to call the studio and cancel their meeting for the afternoon, but realized he had given it to Brian to call and order pizza earlier. "Hey, Brian, do you still have my phone?" He asked, turning around. But Brian was nowhere to be seen. "Brian? Hey guys, where did Brian go?" "Well, he was just right here," Adam said, looking around. Rob scanned over the room, sighed, and said, "Oh well. He'll be at the apartment sooner or later." The bandmembers stayed a few minutes longer, then left for the apartment. On the walk home, Adam spotted Brian coming out from a dark alley. Brain looked nervous, and was walking quickly toward the apartment. Adam just decided to wait and confront Brian personally. Later on, back at the apartment..... "House meeting!" Rob yelled, calling everyone to the kitchen. "We all hafta talk." "What is it, Robbie baby?" Adam sat down, and looked at Rob. The others came ambling in casually. "Ok, guys...here's the deal. Paul is in the hospital now, so we're in charge of this apartment. When he comes back, I want him to see that we're all responsible and know how to care for things while he's gone." Rob explained. "SO, this means we can't have any parties, Rob?" Adam asked. "No, Adam." Rob answered. "No women?" "No, Adam." "No games of Grab Ass?" "NO, ADAM." "Ok." "So...anyway," Rob started again, "I want us all to help out around here. We have to pay the bills, and clean the house, and make sure Paul is doing ok." "Ok," They all agreed. "Good. House meeting is over." Rob stood up, and walked out of the room. Brian looked around nervously, then headed for the door. "Where are you going, Brian?" Kyle asked. "Um...I...I'm going to...go shopping. And buy a gift. For Paul. Yeah." "Um...ok. Be careful." Kyle said, and walked into the living room to join the others in their game of cards. Brian walked quickly out into the night. Adam waited until Kyle had sit down on the couch to speak. "Guys, I'm worried about Brian." "Why do you say that, Ads?" Rob asked. "Well, today I saw him coming out of an alley, and he looked all nervous. I think he might be in some trouble." "Really? Well, come to think of it, he HAS been acting kind of weird lately." Kyle said. "Yeah. Let's ask him what he's into when he gets back." Rob said. They all agreed, and finished their game of Go Fish. Later... The phone rang. Rob picked it up. "Hello?" "Mr. Thomas, this is the hospital. We have some news about Mr. Doucette." "Yes, what is it?!" "I'm afraid his condition has worsened. It seems that he is allergic to Peacock saliva." "Paul is allergic to peacock spit!?" "Yes, that's right. His body is swelling up, and despite our efforts, we may not be able to get all the saliva out of his blood at this point. If we don't..." "What? What happens if you don't?" "Paul could die." "Oh. Well. Thank you for calling." "Yes. Thanks." Rob hung up the phone. "Guys, this is bad." "What is it?" Kyle asked. "Paul's allergic to peacock spit. If they can't get it all out, he'll die." "Oh god! GOD NO! WHY??? WHY MUST IT BE THE MAN WHO IS ATTACKED BY PEACOCKS WHO IS ALLERGIC TO PEACOCK SPIT?!" Adam cried out. Just as they were comforting Adam, Brian walked in. He was holding something under his shirt. "Hey...um...hey guys, what's up?" He asked nervously. "Well, for one, Paul might die. He's allergic to peacock spit." Rob said. "Oh man. Wow." Brian said. "And also...we need to talk to you." Rob stood up, and walked over to Brian. "Look, Pookie, you've been acting weird lately. What's up?" "Um, nothing at all." "What's under your shirt, Brian?" "What? Under MY shirt? Oh, well..." "Show it to me." "I hafta go now." "NO, Brian, show us NOW." Rob demanded. Just as Brain was pulling his hand out from under his shirt, the phone rang again. "Hello?" Adam answered. "This is the hospital again. Mr. Doucette's condition is getting serious. I suggest you all get here as soon as possible." "Yes, ok, what's wrong with him?" The things that Brian had hidden under his shirt fell out on the floor. "Oh my god!" Exclaimed Rob, "Those aren't..." "Yes, we'll be there right away!" Adam said, and hurridly hung up the phone. "Guys, we've gotta go NOW." "Brian, how could you actually -" Rob stared at the things on the floor. "Rob, NOW!" Adam grabbed Rob's arm, and everyone headed out the door. TO BE CONTINUED... |
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