�Just get some of those ammonia there and put �em on your so called friend here, might give him the spark to wake-up.� �Oh Ulrich�s fine. He�s just asleep, he�s not unconscious. he�s just really sleeping. He does that every fight and outburst he gets. And sometimes when he wakes-up, he might not remember a thing he�s done. Daily schizophrenia my friend� Ludwig explains and gives Quarnet a tap at the back. �Listen sonny, I�m not the HELL asking (Quarnet stands-up) weather you like it or not, in this moment I will bust your Beethoven ass if you do not follow my orders and be the third one to lay down unconscious in these vacant clinic beds!!!� Ludwig looks at the white and unwrinkled beds on his side and says, �Yes! Get some Ammonia! That�s my duty today! I will follow only your orders , Mr. Quarnet!� walks away under Quarnet and through the medicine shelf. �And you miss fake nurse! Go get some ice and an ice bag, that maybe your only use for today. Now go hurry up!� �tun, tun tun tun tu, nu, nun, tun, tu ,nu, nun, tun, tu, nu, nun, tun, tun, tu, tun, tu, nu, nun, tun, tu, nu, nun, tun, tu, nu, nun!� as Ludwig sang while he pressed the ammonia in Ulrich�s nose. �PIPE DOWN SON! We don�t need your noise here okay!? � �SHEESH!!!� Ludwig swayed his messed-up hair �Oh Ulrich! Ulrich, c�mon� WAKE-UP! Lez go, upsy daisy. Heheheh! FUCK MAN wake-up! I know you just as sleep! Not in a coma man!� �HEY!!! What the HELL have I told you about clowning around!? SHUT your mouth, or I�ll shut it for you!� Quarnet implied. �Yeah! Yeah! �ever you say shiny head!� Ludwig whispers. �Mr. Quarnet! Mr. Quarnet! The ice! Ow! Oh! Cold! Here you hold it!� nurse tosses it to Quarnet. �Damn it! Where did you get these ice?! They�re too cold! Ow!� Quarnet drops the ice� �The lunch lady said she had no ice, so she gave me HOT ICE!� the ice touches the floor and with the � of pound weight, it slams the floor. Braking it loud enough to awaken Ulrich. CHAPTER 25: BAD DREAMS Ulrich at this time was still unconscious. he still dreamt of his mother and father. The old killing. �STAB!� �STAB!� �THUD!� as it hits hard into her chest! �STAB!� �THUD!� �STAB!� �SLASH!!!� the knife lashes into her throat. �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� :CRYING!� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �HELPLESS!� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �SUFFERING!� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �DYING!� �EYES LOOKING AT ME� �DEAD.� �EYES STILL AT ME.� �NO PULSE!� |
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