DISCLAIMER: They're not mine and you all know it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just a bit of fluff that was inspired last night as I read a story where our favorite boys ended up in the hospital yet again and parts were removed. This is in no way meant to be taken seriously. As always, feedback is appreciated. This hasn't been beta'd.
Warning: Doctors who have no idea what they're doing.
"...And the had to remove your spleen." Chris finished up his list. Vin had been injured, yet again, in a bust, and Chris had been filling him in on what had been done to save him this time.
Vin looked up with surprise. "Again?" he asked. He knew that he was pretty high on pain killers, but he was actually surprisingly lucid, and that last bit struck him as kind of odd.
"What do you mean, again?" Chris asked, confused, Vin had seemed to be conscious of what was going on, but the question had come out of the blue and made no sense.
"Seems like half the times I'm in here they're removin' m'spleen or some such." Vin explained. "Kinda figured it could only come out once, 'less they put it back in afterwards."
Chris frowned, he was pretty sure that his friend hadn't suffered from any head wounds, but Vin had such a hard head that sometimes it was hard to tell. "You're right Cowboy, those things only come out once. Musta been something else you were thinking of."
Vin, too, frowned. Maybe Chris was right and he had just hit his head or wasn't remembering right or something, but he could have sworn... "No, 'cause that time when I fell outta the rafters after the Carlton bust they said they removed it. And I 'member that I got it out after the Remirez bust too, 'cause Buck was goin' on about havin' matchin' scars."
Chris opened his mouth to deny what Vin was saying, but then closed it, realizing that what Vin was saying was true. A cold feeling of dread settled in the bottom of his stomach, Vin was right. "Shit," Chris said softly and sat down in the chair by Vin's bed, hard.
"Ain't just me, either, Chris, it's all o' us." Vin informed him, a hint of fear in his voice. Chris's face paled even more. He turned to stare at Vin, shock, disbelief, and fear evident on his face.
"What the hell are they takin' outta us, Cowboy?" Vin asked quietly.
"Shit if I know. Hell, it could be anything."
Vin shivered. "Tha's a scary thought. Someday they're gonna open one a us up and there ain't gonna be anything left ta fix."
Chris shook himself. "This is crazy," he stated, trying to dismiss the subject from his thoughts.
"Yeah, maybe," Vin replied, "but I tell ya what, I'm gonna be readin' all the fine print and disclaimers at these hospitals from now on. Ain't gonna be signin' anything 'less I know there aren't gonna be any mishaps that they ain't responsible for when they take out one a the boys' hearts by mistake."
Chris nodded his agreement solemnly.
They sat in silence for a while, digesting this new information.
"You know what else?" Chris said after a while.
"Do I want to?"
"The amount of time we spend getting patched up and recovering, we don't have time to get hurt."
"There's definitely something really weird goin' on here, Cowboy."
"Yeah, you sure you didn't hit your head?"
"I wish."
"Me too."
The End
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