Bad Idea
Before Shade could answer, my idiot doctor came out of the room.
“How did you do that?!!? You need to stay here for at least 2-3 days so your stomach can hea-”
“Look, doctor, I’ve had medical training before, which is how I got the bullet out. As for staying here – I have sh..tuff to do.”
“What could you possibly have to do that requires you to leave before you can heal?!”
I looked at Shade. What was I supposed to do?
”..My job’s very demanding.” Wow, that was such a lame answer.
“Where do you work?!?”
”..I’m a..” I looked at Shade again. ”..construction worker.”
“Which is even more a reason for you to stay here!” the doctor repeated, approaching me.
I looked at Shade one last time.
“Transform and run!” I yell.
In the blink of an eye, we both turned into our hedgehog form and ran as fast as our little legs could.
The doctor on the other hand stood there, astounded. Everybody else as we passed screamed and pointed. Maybe this was a bad idea..