Yeah. But looking at that now, it does flow alot better without it... Not that I'm rejecting your idea. I've used it in another story I've made, a non-Futurama one, and I just want to try and keep my stories seperate.
I feel like updating. THE OTHER SIDE (OF THE STING)PART II
Fry moaned as he lay, feeling sore and heavy, and his heavy eyelids unable to blink away the blurriness. He was able to just make out a few people in the room; Bender standing at the end of his bed, retelling the story, only it was becoming more and more exaggerated. Amy sat by Fry’s side, her cool hand rested on his searing hot forehead and Zoidberg in his doctor’s scrub.
‘He looks so natural, funny to think he’s stuffed full of morphine and stitches.’ Said Amy, gently caressing his head.
‘I only wish I could have removed the stinger.’ Fry felt a panic rise in him, the stinger wasn’t out? What was wrong with him? What would Leela think? His heart leapt to his throat, where was Leela?
‘Leela.’ Fry said hoarsely. Amy stopped her stroking and looked down at him.
‘Oh my gosh. Fry, you’re awake.’ Amy slid in and out of focus.
‘Don’t you worry about Leela.’ Amy said gently. ‘You just worry about yourself.’ But Fry noticed her forced smile and feared the worst.
The next few days went slowly by. Fry was thankful to find out that he was no longer impaled and he was excited to hear about his new spleen having come from a guy in a motorcycle accident.
‘Does this mean I’ll be really good at riding motorcycles?’
‘Of course not.’ Doctor Jenny snapped at him.
‘Oh.’ Said Fry disappointed.
Fry sat and waited and watched the door patiently for Leela to come through, and didn’t understand why the others abruptly changed the subject whenever he wanted to talk about Leela. He tried calling her at home and left thousands of messages on her answering service.
‘We should tell him.’ Amy said flatly.
‘Yeah, he’s getting more and more pathetically wimpy.’ Bender said, watching as Fry picked up the phone, listened to the tone and put it down again.
‘Well go ahead.’
‘What? Why me?’
‘You’re his best friend.’
‘Well you are a girl and this is all girly mushy stuff.’
‘So? I don’t want to break his heart.’
‘Fine, I’ll go already, but I’m holding you responsible.’ He and Amy sat by Fry who fidgeted and glanced nervously at the phone.
‘I don’t understand why she doesn’t call or visit; I didn’t upset her did I?’ He picked up the phone again and listened to the tone.
‘Fry, this isn’t your fault.’
‘It must be…’
‘You tried to save her meat-bag, I saw you. And it was all for nothing.’
‘Well I’m sure she’s just too busy to… wait… all for nothing?’
‘Err… that came out wrong.’
‘What Bender’s trying to say is…’
‘Where the hell is she.’ Fry snarled as his fists clenched. His friends weren’t telling the truth and it was unfair that they should keep something about Leela secret from him. Amy burst into tears.
‘S-she’s not going to make it.’
‘Where is she?’ The fear in Fry’s voice was evident. With a shaky hand Amy pointed to a curtain that was drawn, obstructing a hospital bed from view. Fry immediately leapt to his feet, ignoring the sudden pain from his stomach, and yanked the curtain out of his way.
‘Philip J Fry, you’re not supposed to be out of bed.’ Said Doctor Jenny forcefully. If Fry was in a right state of mind, he would have backed away fearfully, but with fear controlling his actions, Fry pushed her and Doctor Jones out the way and with a strangled cry, collapsed beside Leela.
‘I’m so sorry.’ He whispered collecting her hand in his own and kissing it. He cried silently, his face soon wet with tears. Nothing the doctors did or said could convince Fry to climb back into his own bed. Bender and Amy soon left, neither of them could move him either. Fry soon fell asleep, leant against Leela’s bed, clinging tightly onto the sheets so no one could move him. As days went by, people stopped to watch as Fry non-chalantly talked to Leela, hoping she would come through despite doctor’s claims that she was dying.
‘Hey Leela,’ he said enthusiastically to the unresponsive being beside him, ‘How are you going today?’ He picked up a clipboard the doctor had left behind. A red line was on a slow descent on the graph.
‘Interesting, interesting.’ He put it down. ‘I’m better than ever Doctor Fry.’ He said in his best impression of a busy body Leela. ‘Before the accident I couldn’t do this.’ He picked up a small hammer and tapped her knee, and her leg twitched. Fry giggled insanely before composing himself.
‘I’ll prove I’m alive.’ He said, ‘by telling you only something I would know.’ Fry paused and sat down and looked her over. She didn’t make a peep. Fry’s voice became normal and serious.
‘There’s a surprise for you in my locker, I bought it in a Swedish novelty shop before we left.’ He sat, waiting for a response.
‘Philip Fry, you look like you haven’t had a month of sleep. I want you to go and spend at least eight hours a day in your own bed for your own health.’ Fry looked up at Jones, who had returned to collect his clipboard.
‘Sure,’ he said, defeated. ‘There’s just one more thing…’ he knelt beside Leela, ‘I want you to do.’ He took her hand in between his. ‘I want you to wake up.’
‘I know how to cheer you up old buddy.’
‘You can wake Leela up?’
‘Err… I was thinking of a movie or hitting a strip joint or something.’
‘Nah, I wanna stay here. I’ve got a good feeling about today.’ Fry patted Leela’s hand. Bender rolled his eyes.
‘Well I’m out to have a party, with blackjack, and hookers.’ Bender pranced out. Fry watched him, feeling a slight longing to follow. The hospital had told him he’d made a full recovery and was free to go. But Fry did not want to desert Leela. He refused to believe that she had lost hope and so did her parents who Fry felt sorry for because of their inability to come to the surface as mutants. He sat and squeezed the stress toy he had gotten Bender to get from his locker. He gently stroked her hair.
‘Hey Leela.’ He said cheerfully, as he often did. ‘I’m just going to keep talking, even if you can’t hear me, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah…’ He trailed off. Leela looked so peaceful; Fry wondered aloud what she was dreaming.
‘A dream of dancing in a Venusian garden.’ Fry sat his mind wandering; he noticed the picture hanging on the wall. ‘Or we could go for a midnight sleigh ride on the ice fields of Hyperion.’ He touched her cheek. ‘You look a little cold, here, have my jacket.’ Fry shrugged himself out of his jacket and carefully draped it around her shoulders.
‘We can do it all.’ He whispered to himself more than her. His eyes filled with tears and he gently grasped her shoulders. ‘All you have to do is wake up.’ Leela didn’t seem to respond. Then a singular tear slid from her eye. Fry gasped and gently touched the wet track down her cheek.
‘Leela? Oh my god, Leela can you hear me?’ But Leela sat limply in Fry’s grasp. Fry pulled her in for a hug.
‘I miss you.’ He said. His voice was muffled against her neck. Leela’s head rested on Fry’s shoulder as he held her tightly and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. A couple of days later Fry was bored and emotionally drained. He snapped at anyone who tried to convince him to go home and only left Leela’s side to go to the bathroom. No one believed him that Leela had shed a tear no matter how much he insisted. In fact the others seemed to be accepting that she wasn’t going to wake up.
‘She’s strong, she’ll wake up.’ Fry shouted in frustration.
‘You’re under a lot of guilt stress lately over Leela, here work it out.’ Hermes handed Fry the squeeze toy. Fry took it without a word, but his shaking hand caused it to squeak. Amy covered his hand to stop it from shaking. The professor leant over Leela.
‘Everything’s going to be alright, Leela.’ He said petting her hand.
‘Everything’s going to be alright.’ Echoed Amy, though her statement was for Fry. She hugged him tightly.
‘Munda and Morris send their thanks.’ Amy looked at the rest of the crew and they nodded at her. ‘And they agree with us, you need to come home.’
‘Like hell I will.’ Fry slumped back with his arms crossed.
‘Fry, if you don’t come home I will do the worst possible thing I can think of.’ Said Bender threateningly, rolling up his sleeves.
‘You can’t hurt me anymore, no one can. Leave me alone.’ He pulled his chair closer to Leela’s bed and took her hand.
‘Don’t listen to them, Leela, you can pull through.’ Seeing Fry as a lost cause, the planet express crew left before the visiting time was over. Doctor Jones looked in surprise at the leaving crew members.
‘Isn’t it time you took Fry with you?’
‘Ooh, what do you think you pompous nitwit with your fancy suit and pink sunglasses!’ interjected the professor.
‘These aren’t sunglasses.’
‘Who cares!’ he roared and shuffled out in a huff. Doctor Jones sighed. He was going to have to kick Fry out, whether he liked it or not. He promptly marched up the stairs and walked into the room where he came to a complete halt. Ruffled and teary, Fry sat stroking Leela’s cheek and muttering softly too her. After a moment of silent debate, Jones crept out of the room.
Later, Fry’s head rested on the soft bed sheets as he slept...
‘Leela lookout!’ Fry ducked as swarms of bees engulfed him. He ran for it. But he was suddenly caught in the mass stickiness of a honey coated floor. Ripping his pants and shirt he stumbled until he reached Leela lying still. He picked her up and cradled her.
‘I’ll look after you.’ He whispered. Suddenly a great pain shot through his stomach, Fry stumbled and in slow motion Leela slipped out of his grasp.
Fry hit the hospital floor hard. Hands quickly grasped him and set him back in his chair. His shirt and pants were torn and he felt an incredibly stickiness.
‘Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun?’
‘You reopened your wound. We need his doctor, stat.’ Fry sat there feeling somewhat giddy. Leela was lying a few meters away, oblivious to what was happening around her.
‘Doctor Jenny is away, who should I call?’
‘Anyone you idiot.’ The nurse snarled. ‘He’s losing too much blood.’ After a few moments of what seemed like a blur to Fry someone finally stepped in to inspect him properly.
‘What happened here?’
‘My tummy hurts.’ Fry whimpered. The doctor leant in to inspect his wound. Fry sat and stared for a moment.
Adelai smiled plaintively at him. ‘Yes?’
‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Fry went to sit up but found five pairs of hands pushed him down. Adelai chuckled.
‘I’m a doctor and so I’m normally in a hospital. Hold still please.’
‘Wait I…’ but Fry trailed off as the injection of anaesthetic took hold of him.
(to be continued)
------------------A guy doesn’t take a stinger in the spleen for any old gal.
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