Inkblot [A Splatoon2 Fanfic]

Chapter Fifteen

With the recent events, it was more than busy at Hagfish Hospital. The facility was a little ways out of the city, made specifically for serious cases like Inkblot.

Spyke didn't want to be here too long. He knew for a fact there would be people looking for him to assist in the Inkblot case, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was just gonna wait for his contact with the antibiotics and then leave as soon as possible.

He pulled up near the back parking lot of the hospital, which illuminated the dark sky with its fluorescent lights. Spyke got out the car and leaned against the door. In the distance, Spyke heard a siren from an ambulance. The sound made him think of when he first got a job as a doctor. All he wanted was a simple job, helping people with simple issues. But instead he was pushed into helping find a cure for an indescribably horrible disease...

Spyke shook his head at the bad memories.

"After this I'm done..."

A car pulled up close by. Spyke looked toward it, assuming it was his contact, but out if it came a young Inkling woman, that was hurriedly getting a small girl out the back seat. She met eyes with Spyke.

"Are you a doctor?" She was asking.

"Um... not actively, no..."

"C-Can you tell me about this Inkblot thing? Please, I'm desperate," The woman was begging.

Spyke was getting annoyed and ready to tell the woman to leave. But that was when he noticed state the little girl in the woman's arms was in...

There were patches of pale pink around her head and face, but the rest of her body was a deep black. Upon closer inspection, you could see that ink was dripping from the black parts of her skin. Spyke slowly put a hand to his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Is this Inkblot? Please tell me there's a cure!" The woman was saying.

"Ma'am... I suggest you take your daughter into the hospital so you can both get taken care of—"

"What will happen to her?" The woman held tighter to her daughter.

Spyke couldn't lie to this woman.

"Ma'am, Inkblot is incurable when it reaches the last stage... and children tend to get to the last stage much faster than adults—"

"What the hell are you saying?!" The woman suddenly yelled. "Help my little girl! You can't leave her like this!"

"I can't help you! All I can tell you is to go into the hospital and get yourself taken care of, or else you'll end up just like her!" Spyke snapped.

The woman sat her daughter back in her carseat before taking a few steps toward Spyke. Her aggressive state went away and she started to sob.

"Please... I'm willing to do whatever the hell I have to to help her...!"

The woman took off her scarf and went to unbutton her blouse but Spyke quickly stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa! Stop, think about what you're doing!" He cried. "Listen to me, I'd love to help you, but I can't! Trust me, I tried to cure someone in their last stage once and it was one of the worst decisions I've ever made!"

"Spyke?"

Approaching was another Urchinite, wearing a surgeon mask and a white coat, and under his arm was a large black case.

"You have my money, mister?" He asked.

"Yes, and..." Spyke regretted this, but had no choice. "Bring this woman inside for vaccine, and take her daughter... and get some hydrofluoric acid ready for her..."

    "Oh... oh shit, it's that bad? Alright then,"

    Spyke handed the other urchin money then took the case. As he turned away from his car, he could hear the woman start to scream and cry. He only took a small glance to see the other urchin carrying the little girl under his arm while dragging the mother alongside him to the hospital.

    Spyke got back in his car and watched as they were taken away. For a minute, all he could see was a young Inkling sprawled out on a table, his sticky, melted black organs spilling from his chest and stomach.

    Spyke shook his head and pulled out the parking lot.