Peace, Happiness, And Lots Of Marijuana

[Toaster]

"Hey... so... what happened?"

"You were pushed out of a hovercab."

Damerae looked around slowly, his eyes vision still blurred. He was in a white room, on a white bed, with white machinery surrounding him. A small screen quietly beeped to itself in a corner of the room, showing his pulse and blood pressure.

He was in a hospital.

"Uhh... pushed out...?

"Yes," said the doctor who had sat down on a stool next to the bed.

Dam looked at him through half-open eyes. His clouded mind tried to come with something important to ask, but it failed and gave up. Instead, his head rolled around on his neck slowly.

"You see, we believe you were pushed out by two... teenagers," continued the doc.

"Hey... teenagers?"

"Yes. Did you know them?"

Dam thought for a moment. When he couldn't come up with anything, he tried again.

"Uhh... dunno... can't remember, dude..."

"You don't remember anything?"

"Heh... well... guess I was kinda... high."

The doc raised his eyebrows.

"Ah."

"Yeah..."

"Well, I guess you'd better lie down and rest now. You're lucky you didn't break any bones, and the cut in your arm should be healed by tomorrow."

The doctor got up and left the room without another word.

"Yeah..." mumbled Damerae and slumped down onto the bed. He reached into his shirt's pocket again, in search of a joint. His fingers found one, closed around it, pulled it out, and directed it into the general direction of his mouth. Then he looked around for a lighter.

None to be found.

"Hey... uncool..."

Suddenly, a motoric wirr came from the far corner of the room. Dam looked up and saw a small medical droid approach him something that looked like a hand gun.

"Woah... peace, dude, peace!"

"Good day," said the droid in a synthetic, but friendly voice. "I have been instructed to inject a Rumbledrug-shot into your bloodstream. Please do not move during the procedure."

"Huh...?"

The droid now stood next to the bed. It reached down with one of its two mechanized arms and rolled up the sleeve of the patient's buttoned shirt.

"Hey..."

The other arm, holding onto a syringe gun, then shot upwards in a quick motion. The droid pressed the muzzle against Dam's elbow and pulled the trigger.

"Ow..."

The robot then retracted the tool and headed back into its corner.

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you are in need of anything, feel free to say so and I will assist to the best of my abilities."

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Olivia Sable