Caramel leaned back in his chair, as he rolled up a blunt filled with buckweed. He lazily felt around the table beside him, before finding the lighter he was looking for. He brought the blunt up to his mouth and secured his lips around it, before lighting it ablaze with a casual flick of his lighter.

"Caramel?" A small feminine voice asked. Caramel sat up a little straighter and saw there was a marshmallow, a chicken, and a floating golden delicious in front of him.

"Do ya think he's okay?" The apple asked her companions.

"His eyes are really red. Maybe he's sick." The marshmallow suggested.

"Woah..." Caramel said lazily.

"Are you okay, Caramel?" The chicken inquired.

"Just fine, talking chicken... man I'm starved..."

"Talking chicken?" The apple asked, confused. Caramel chuckled a little to himself, before reaching forward and picked up the apple, preparing to sink his teeth into it. The apple tried to escape his grasp and screamed for help. The marshmallow and chicken watched in horror as Caramel sunk his teeth into their companion.

Spike awoke to find himself in a small, white room. Judging from the looks of it, a hospital room. The baby dragon tried to stretch his puny little legs, but found they wouldn't move. Neither could the stubs he called arms. Then, everything that happened came back to him in a flash. Being thrown out of the hospital, Lord Freeza naked in the shower, and Twilight's corvette smashing into his wheelchair as he rolled across the street.

"Well, look who's back." Doctor Clopper sneered as he trotted in and stood beside the bed Spike was resting on, "It's a shame, really. If it wasn't for that wheelchair taking the brunt of the force, you would be out of our manes for good."

Spike wasn't sure how to respond to this. For once in his life, he didn't have a clever, smartass remark.

"Luckily for you... and unluckily for the rest of us... Old Spice, in all its majestic glory, will be able to repair your body in only a matter of minutes." The doctor explained, scowling at the crippled baby dragon, before turning around and trotting out of the room.

Spike breathed a sigh of relief. The pain would soon be ov-

The doctor charged back into the room, bellowing a battle cry as he whacked Spike in the stomach with a nine iron with all his strength. Spike screamed in agony as the force of the blow caused each and every one of his unbroken ribs shattered. The Doctor hit him in legs and arms a few times before deliver the final blow to his forehead, knocking the baby dragon unconscious.

"Night night." The doctor sneered, before spitting in Spikes bloodied face.

I regret to say that I will not be able to post any new chapters for now. I'm being deployed somewhere for a few weeks, and I won't be able to write anything at all. That's all I can say. Sorry guys. See you in a few weeks.

-MarineMarksman