(Nathaniel is a pill (sorry if you don't get the expression it's kinda weird…))
Nathaniel rolled his eyes and went back over to Tyson who had curled up on the ground.
Lucille actually does her job and doesn’t try to kill her patients like a good medic.
(Must be South Dakotan slang…)
(Impressive. High five Lucille)
"Bad donkey…" Tyson groaned.
(I don’t live in South Dokota. .-.)
Lucille is a good medic.
Until she accidentally cuts herself.
(My happy west coast friend!)
(I am a happy friend of Sly. :D)
Tyson got shakily to his feet, still clutching his head, and stumbled over to her. "Have you seen the bad donkey?"
“The what?” Lucille asked, sanitizing her cut.
"WHOA ARE YOU OKAY???"
“Compared to you, I’m pretty good.”
"I feel like mashed potatoes…"
“Go sit down.”
"You're cute." Tyson leaned against her shoulder.
A blush crept up Lucille’s cheeks. “Thanks.” Her voice came out an octave higher, “Go sit down.” She put on a band aid on her finger.
"Okie dokie Ms. Cutie." Tyson took a few steps then collapsed on the floor.
Lucille looked at him and sighed, “Just don’t get hurt.” She went back to doing her job.
Dexter burst into the tent. "WE DID IT!!!"
“Did what?”
"WE CAPTURED THE FRICKIN TOWER! MARGARET IS LOCKED UP! WE DID IT!"
Tyson lifted his head. "HEY!"
Dexter looked at him warily. "What?"
"Shut up I'm trying to sleep…."
“Oh goodie.” Lucille nodded.
Nathaniel slammed his scalpel down and rushed outside.
"You know…" Dexter started. "You guys can leave now. It's done."
“Is he-“ Lucille asked, gesturing towards Nathaniel, “-okay or..?”
"Yeah just excited. I don't really care though…."
“We can’t exactly leave right now because, Tie-Dye over here…”
Tyson snored.
"Oh….what happened?"
“Nathaniel.”
"WHAT DID HE DO TO MY SON?"
(Wait I have food.)
