Sorry for the double post.
So here’s the next part. I’m sorry it took so long, I really am!
“Yeah. So what?” retorted Gabriella, “Oh, god, you’re not one of those people who actually admire
him are you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Sparrow indignantly.
“I’ve never met anyone like that who’s actually worked
for him…” Gabriella mused, more to herself than anyone else.
“Why shouldn’t I admire Zapp Brannigan? He’s a very admirable man!” said Sparrow angrily, “I’ve always admired him, ever since I was a kid!”
“You’ve always been deluded ever since you were a kid,” muttered the young woman.
“I’ve got nothing against you, don’t get me wrong, but it’s that idiot Brannigan!”
“I don’t like you.”
“That’s a shame, you haven’t even got to know me properly.”
“Be careful you don’t hit your head again – hey, the fire alarm’s stopped!” She was right; the corridor was filled with confused people coming to a halt and looking about them as if they didn’t know where they were or how they got there. Sparrow forgot all about their arguing and sat up straighter.
“Lizard must have fixed it,” he said.
“Lizard?” she asked.
“Purple guy. Tail.” explained Sparrow.
“Oh… So what now?” she asked.
“Back to work?” he suggested.
“Nah. We deserve a break. Besides, you need to get to the hospital wing.” She said.
Sparrow groaned. “I don’t need to go to the hospital…” he protested.
“Yes you do, you’ve got blood running down your head!” the woman said firmly. Sparrow’s face fell, but he didn’t argue the matter. “Come on, let’s go.” She set off down the hallway, and Sparrow trooped reluctantly after her. He was unwilling to go to the hospital; he hadn’t been in years. He knew they would discover he took drugs. He knew they would discover he smoked. He knew they would discover he was an alcoholic. He knew they were going to tell him bad news about his health, and he knew they were going to try and convince him to quit. But the scariest thing of all was: he knew they were going to tell him the truth. The truth that he had shied away from for so long… How bad would the damage be? Would he be able to live a normal life? Would he be able to live… At all?