Hey Zed, I hope I'm not bothering I just uhm....
Here!
Dr. Zed: Oh! They look pretty! *He took them into his arms and examined the many varied types of flowers in the bouquet, spotting a white rose*
I've always loved white roses. Thank you very much. You're very kind a sweet.
*sweating like a waterfall from nervousness*
Y-yeah, no problem.
Dr. Zed: Is everything ok there pal? You looking a lil damped.
*and is also pale white*
Yepp. 1000% perfect
*internally gay panicking*
Dr. Zed: Pal, you looking pretty pale there. Are ya sick? Here, lemme check on you.
*He said as he gently placed the bouquet somewhere else and took off one of his gloves with his mouth, placing it on your forehead to check your temperature*
*gay panicks too hard, I black out and fall*
Dr. Zed: Oh fuck- uhhhhhhh ok that's not good. Let's see. *He picks you up bridal style*
I don't know what could be happening, but at least I'll let you rest if ya need it. *He placed you on a hospital bed*
Tim walks in with a kind smile on his face, planning to buy a shield.
"Hi Doctor. How's it going?"
Dr. Zed: Oh! Why if it isn't Timothy. Well, I seriously don't know. I was just cheking his temperature and then he jusy passed out on me. I don't know if his body might be going through some sort of shock or sum'n.
Timothy walked closer to Alex and looked down at him, before looking around and then up and down on Dr. Zed. "Yeah, I see. Do you have any cold and hopefully clean water?"
Dr. Zed: Thanks to Jack, I do have some clean water here, and pretty chilly if ya ask me. How much are ya gonna need? A glass? A bucket?
Tim looked down at Alex, then back at Zed.
"A bucket. But glass is good too if you don't have many wasteful."
Dr. Zed: Ah, no worries pal. I must have a bucket around here somewhere. Let's see. *He started to search everywhere in his containment, tools and materials clattering and falling here and there*. AHA! Found it. *He took a fairly sized bucket and then filled it with some cold water from the rinsing sink* Done.
Tim took the bucket "Thanks Doc." then pured it all on Alex, waking him up with a big gasp. "We have a mission. Get ready."
Dr. Zed: UH- The body could go through a shock from that sudden change in temperature so uh yeah, not the best thing to do-
"He's fine. Look. He's already aiming a gun at me."
Dr. Zed: Also not good-
Uh, are you alright sir? *He asked Alex, but he didn't know his name*
Fine, thanks. And you *turns towards Tim* better run, unless you wanna know what sudden change of temperature can do to you. *runs after him with a fire gun*
Dr. Zed: Woah woah hey come on, these things are never the solution. *He gestured at the guns*. Someone's going to get shot and they'll be wounded again. How 'bout we settle down?
You make money of us getting injured, y'know that, right?
Dr. Zed: I do but that doesn't mean I enjoy seeing people getting hurt. I'm a doctor for a reason.
"You're technically not."
Dr. Zed: Aight, it's not my fault they took that title away from me, they're just being ridiculous. *He crossed his arms, a little annoyed*
"I'm pretty sure you didn't even go to medical school."
Dr. Zed: Alright smartpants, no one would get healed if it wasn't for the vending machines you find with my face on it, which has the goodies. Who comes up and makes the medicines that is in those vending machines? I think you know the answer.
"Yeah, but still."
Alex: *gets up, water dripping from his soaked clothes* I'm going to change. Bye boys. *leaves*
Dr. Zed: aight, see ya.
And think about it. In order to make medicine, you must have some knowledge on how to do so right?
And where do you gain that knowledge?
Medical school!
Tim just blinked at him with an unamused face, before turning on his heel and leaving as well.
