Good Lord, how did he lose so much blood and live?

[doctorzero]

She had barely been on the island for a day and things were already happening to her. Sometimes she wished that her life was less eventful. Or at least less lifethreatening—something everyone would appreciate.

Well, perhaps Brennan might be able to help her, if he turned out to be an interdimensional traveler like she suspected. If not, then she might prefer the company during her stay on the island. And maybe that Traveler might be helpful.

She often did travel alone, and while it did have its perks, she couldn't help but long for company. Well, she had only herself to blame—

Schrode's thoughts were interrupted when she looked up to see Jumpy walking by.

A skull rabbit. Interesting...

“Excuse me,” she asked, “Are you a patient here? Should you be walking around?”

[ryocker]

He nodded at her. "Re-hab-il-a-tay-shun," he said. "Jumpy in here for months. Just now get-ting better."

Really, he was upset- he didn't want to stay on the island as long as he had- really, he expected to have gone home by now. "Jumpy badly hurt, and a vill-age-er found him, bringing him here." He tried to bound, but couldn't find the strength to.

[doctorzero]

So his case was similar to Brennan's, then. Curious. Schrode couldn't help but wonder if it was common here.

...maybe the same had happened to Doc?

She put that thought aside for the moment. “I see. Would you like me to get a nurse, though? Or maybe I can help you with anything?” she asked the skull rabbit.

[ryocker]

He shook his head. "Jumpy... got it. Nurse coming soon."

[billybobjoe47s]

Brennan shook his head in exasperation. It had been a few minutes; the Professor should have realized he simply meant for her to go away while he got dressed for a minute. Not actually go gallivanting off to parts unknown.
But even as he made up his mind to go after the Professor, a knock on the door sounded. “Are you in there?”
The nurse poked her head in. “Oh! You’re already dressed!” She shook her head. “But you can’t leave until we exam.. I mean, observe you to find out what… I mean if you’re healthy!” Now sweating visibly, she withdrew her head, her hurried footsteps audible down the hall.
‘Oh great. Not again.’ Brennan knew those symptoms. It meant she was lying…. To him. That was never good.
So it was he waited ten seconds before popping out the door, and sprinting down the hall, where he could hear the Professor in conversation with another person. Turning the corner, seeing her and a anthro bunny, he gasped, “Docs… gonna try to ‘examine’ me. There an empty room for me to do my thing in, disguise myself?” He winced and panted. Being short, while making him a harder target, also meant he had to run ridiculously fast. And he had never gotten the treadmill feet, a classic toon gambit. It just had never worked for him. And so it was to get anywhere, he had to sprint. He hated it.

[doctorzero]

Schrode was just about to respond when Brennan interrupted. Most people would've just questioned him and probably try to get him back to bed.

Schrode wasn't most people, and thus knew a serious situation when she saw one, even if she didn't know the full details.

She opened the nearest door and looked into it. “No one in there. Get in before someone sees you. And EXPLAIN more when you're done.” A though struck her, and she whispered so Jumpy couldn't hear, “If there's a nurse outfit in there, let me know. I might be able to use it if I have to.”

As he went into the room, she turned to stare hard at Jumpy. “Not a word of this, or I hunt you down and use what little skin you may have as a coat.”

Every word implied she meant it.

[billybobjoe47s]

As the Professor took him aside into the empty room, Brennan bent over, panting. This was tiring business, running like this. He really needed to switch. Soon. He couldn’t take much more of this strange thing known as exercise.
As she shut the door, he wiped sweat off his brow. Odd, since his fur really should have absorbed it. He shrugged. You could just never tell.
He prepared to tell his suspicions. He began, “Well,” but it wasn’t speaking, it was singing.
He slapped himself in the face. “GAH! Curse those laws of Toon Physics!” As he recited his dilemma, he struggled, hard, to keep himself from singing a melancholy song as was the status quo. It was a struggle, the Law would not be denied, just put off.
“Well, nurse popped in, and had all the classic bad liar symptoms. You know, the works. And she slipped up, something about examining me. I really don’t want to be examined, thank you very much. That and I’m about to die of starvation.”

[doctorzero]

Okay, SINGING wasn't something she had expected. Though truth be told she had been on the occasional world where the inhabitants could break out into impromptu song and dance numbers on command.

She hated being on those worlds, but details.

Part of her considered that Brennan could be overreacting. Hardly anyone liked getting a medical examination, anyway. Still, what he said about the nurse was concerning...

“I don't think--” she started, only to pause. Most of the medical institutions she had been to wouldn't permit examinations without the patient's consent, but for all she knew, it could be different here. Heck, now that she thought of it the nurse who told her to wait outside the emergency room earlier seemed intent on keeping her away from Brennan, though her own insistence (and totally not her threatening to show the nurse what five pounds of chlorine mixed with kryptonite could do to a person) made sure that she had been left alone to watch Brennan when he was recovering.

And that was when the intercom crackled to life. “All hospital personnel, please be on the lookout for a gray haired woman with a monocle, calling herself Professor Schrodinger, last seen with the newest patient. If this woman is seen, please make sure she is not allowed out of the building. That is all.”

…

“Oh, THAT's certainly not ominous,” Schrode muttered. She looked around the room, noting the nurse's outfit hanging in the closet.

[billybobjoe47s]

As the announcement echoed through the hall, Brennan stiffened. The chase was on in full now. “Well, now they’re on the hunt for BOTH of us. Better use some disguises.” Also noticing the nurse’s outfit conveniently placed, he grinned. “I think if you wear that, the hat, take off your monocle, and keep your head down, you’ll be good.” He grimaced. “I’m going to be a little more problematic. It’s not like I’m distinctive or anything.” But he grinned. “But they don’t know about my #1 trick.”
Suddenly, he spun in place, forming a blur which looked much like a tornado. As he slowed, his clothes had changed, being so baggy and large they obscured him almost entirely.
“Heh. Nailed the spin change. Now for part 2.”

[doctorzero]

“I'm going to have to learn that spinning trick,” Schrode mused as she stepped into the closet. She glared at Brennan. “Peek and your pain will be unending, Toon or not.”

Two minutes later she stepped out, dressed as a nurse. The outfit more or less fit, though it was loose in places. “It'll do for now,” she said, taking off the monocle and slipping it in her pocket. “I'm open to suggestions on how to proceed if you have any.”

[billybobjoe47s]

Brennan jerked as she mentioned Toon, but by the time he had spun around, encumbered by his now much-too-large clothing, she had disappeared into the closet. “Wait, you know Toon? Toons?” He had to know. He needed to get back home; back before everything fell apart.
No answer came from the closet. He shrugged. “Well, while I’m waiting, might as well finish step two.” First he pulled a heavy backpack out of Hammerspace, setting it on the floor with a loud clunk. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard, attempting to ignore the rumblings of his stomach and the blinking warnings in his HUD.
His eyes opened in a few seconds, but now they were a dull, metallic light blue. “Execute mode enabled. Browsing.....” They blinked a few times. “File VolTrans00001.exe selected. Executing......”
A blinding flash of light lit up the room for a half-second, and after it cleared, the diminutive blue skunk in the too-large clothing was gone. In its place stood a perfectly average human boy.
Six feet tall, with a mop of blond hair and blue eyes, Brennan stood straight and surveyed the room. “Much nicer being human again. Always good being tall.”
With a grunt, he shouldered the backpack, stooping under it’s weight. “Stupid titanium......” he muttered, but grinned as he pulled out of the side pocket of the backpack what he was looking for. ‘Ah! My Nightstick.”
A big, black, club, this looked deadly with its paint. It seemed to suck light in like a black hole. He brandished it a few times, before sticking it in his pockets.
As the Professor stepped out of the closet, he grinned. “Oh, I have a suggestion. Walk out like we’re someone else. It should work, considering your disguise, and, well, me.” He motioned to his now-human body. “It’s nice to be able to do this.”

[doctorzero]

After a few moments, the door opened to reveal Nurse Schrodinger (the outfit is tame, get your minds out of the gutter).

“Didn't think I'd have to dress up like this again,” she mused as she put away her monocle. Though the last time she was trying to avoid painful death.

Then again, she might be avoiding that now. One never knew.

When she saw that Brennan had somehow become a human, she took it in stride. “Toons are pretty talented, got to give them that.” She readjusted her glove and took a peek outside.

“No one out there. Should make it slightly easier.” She gave the nightstick a look. “Let's hope we don't have cause to use that. I'm not all that fond of the old ultraviolence.”

She opened the door. “Follow my lead, Brennan.”

[billybobjoe47s]

(OOC- My mind was never there, Doc. Thanks for dragging my attention to it. D8)
As the Professor opened the door, Brennan blurted, “Toons? You know toons? I need to get back there, ASAP.” He gestured helplessly. “I have to...... problems...... Multi....... Six...... Fifi.......GRAH!” He simply slammed his head into the wall. Why could he never communicate when it was important? It seemed like stress, far from opening the floodgates from his mind to his mouth, slammed them shut.
Relaxing, he followed the Professor, (or Prof, as he was already thinking of her) out the door. Looking both ways, he verified that indeed, this should be easy. Perhaps the search had already gone outwards from here.
“Righto. Let’s blow this joint and get to a diner.” He noticed his energy was back down to 12%. Not a good situation. “And let’s do it quickly, shall we?” Looking down the hall, he realized something. The doors only a few down began to get blurry; in the small room he hadn’t noticed. “Whoops.”
Rummaging with one hand in his backpack, he pulled out a pair of glasses, cheap and obviously repaired many times. “Gotta be able to see!” Replacing them on his nose, he smiled as everything came into crystal focus.
Hilariously, Brennan looked, for a moment, like a lazy teenager with slobbish tendencies. Even his shirt was hilarious. It read, ‘This is a picture of Ronald Reagan on a Velociraptor. Your argument is invalid.’ But that brief moment ended as he pulled out his nightclub, examining it again expertly, before replacing it in his pocket.
“Which way, Prof?”

[doctorzero]

"Long story," said the Professor in response to the Toon inquiry, "and one preferably told when we're out of trouble."

She fought to keep a straight face when she saw his shirt (Oh dear, those desperadoes riding velociraptors are coming to mind again) but she kept her thoughts to herself. He didn't look all that bad to her, honestly--she had seen worse anyway.

"They'll most likely be watching the front entrance, so we should find another way out. Somewhere they're least likely to check."

It was a pity she wasn't familiar with the hospital's layout. Part of her hoped they'd come across a map on their way out.

She pointed down the hallway. "Let's try this way. We're on the third floor, so we should try to find the stairs. No elevators--I don't trust them in situations like this."

[billybobjoe47s]

(OOC-- Sorry about the quick end, but Nortamrican is angry and wants me to move it out of the hospital and to the restaurant so that he can come in. Sorry again!)

Brennan sighed. "It shouldn't be hard to get out once we find a service door; It's not like they're looking for a nurse and a teenaged boy." He walked down the hallway after Schrode. "Let's just get out of here."

As they went down the stairs, it was evident that the hospital was not busy. They passed no one on the stairs, and soon they came to ground level. As he exited the stairway, to his surprise, a door sat right in front of him!
"Well, I'll be. That was easier than I thought." He opened the door, and was about to walk through, but paused. "Ladies first!"