𝖳𝖮 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 pt. 3
Sequel to Autism And All by NeuroFabulous
https://emojicombos.com/autism-and-all
Read the Autism And All one first!
Plankton's mouth feels
like it's been stuffed with
cotton, his tongue thick.
He tries to form words.
"Ma...ma..." he
whispers, his voice a
slur. Karen's eyes light up at
the sound. "You're ok,"
she says, her voice a
balm to his frayed nerves.
"You had your teeth out.
You might feel funny for a
little while." He looks at
Karen, his eye searching hers.
"Wh...wh...whath?" he stammers,
his speech jumbled.
Karen leans closer, her
smile reassuring. "Your wisdom
teeth, Plankton. They took
them out so you won't have
any trouble with them later."
But the words don't
make sense to him, his
brain still fuzzy from
the anesthesia.
He tries to speak again.
"Wi...wis...wis..." he stammers.
Karen nods.
"Wisdom teeth," Karen repeats
slowly. "They're out now.
You're all done!"
The words swirl in Plankton's
head, not quite making sense.
He feels his mouth, the
cottony feeling replaced
by the pressure of gauze.
He giggles. "My moufs
fweel funmy," he says, his
words slurred.
Karen laughs softly. "It's
because of the surgery,
sweetie. Your mouth is
healing." She coos. "I fink I
sownd funny," he says, his
eye glinting with mirth.
The nurse returns, checking
his vitals. "How are you
feeling?" she asks.
Plankton looks up, his eye
glassy. "Wibidy wobidy," he
slurs, his speech a mess of
sounds and syllables. Karen
can't help but laugh, despite
the situation. "You're doing
great," she says with love for his
confused silliness.
The nurse chuckles, too.
"It's the anesthesia," she
explains. "It'll wear off
soon."
His gaze darts
to his own fingers.
"Wook at my fingews,"
he says to Karen, his speech
slurred from the anesthesia.
Karen nods, smiling. "Oh
yeah?" Plankton nods,
his cognitive abilities still
under the fog. "Yeth," he
slurs, trying to sit up. "Take
it easy," she says. "You're still
woozy."
The room feels like it's spinning
as Plankton tries to sit up, his
brain struggling to keep up with
his body's movements. "Wha...?"
he mumbles, his gaze unfocused.
But Plankton's curiosity
wins out. He reaches up to
touch a finger to his mouth,
feeling the thickness of the
gauze. "Fingews," he repeats,
his voice still slurred.
Karen laughs with affection. "It's ok
honey," she says. "You're
doing great." Plankton looks around
the room, his eye still
unfocused. "Wheh...wheah awe
we?" he mumbles.
The nurse explains patiently,
"You're in the recovery room
at the dentist's office. You
just had your wisdom teeth
removed." But the words don't
quite register, and he nods
slowly, his mind racing
with confusion and curiosity with
wonder, taking in the world
as if seeing it for the first
time. The colors, the shapes,
the sounds—everything is
fresh and new. He looks at his
hands as if it's an alien appendage.
"Wook ath dis," he says to Karen,
his voice a mix of amazement
and bewilderment. His fingers
spread wide, then close into
a fist, then open again.
"Wook whath I can do!"
Karen swells with love.
It's like watching him discover
the world anew, like a baby
seeing his own hands for the first
time. She can't help but smile
at his innocent fascination.
The nurse nods at Karen.
"You can take him home
now. Just make sure he rests
and takes it easy."
Karen nods, her smile
never leaving her screen.
She helps Plankton up.
"Hi," he says, his voice a
slurred mumble.
As they make their way
to the car, Plankton's
steps are unsteady, his
body still fighting the
remnants of the anesthesia.
He looks around with
wonderment, as if seeing
the world in a new light.
"Mowah?" he asks, pointing
to the sky.
Karen laughs gently. "It's
the sun, honey. It's ok."
Plankton nods, his mind
trying to piece together
the puzzle of his reality.
"We're gonna pick up Chip
from the park. He's with
Hanna.." "Chip...Chip, Chip," he
repeats, the word rolling off
his tongue.
The car ride is a blur of
sounds and sensations that
Plankton tries to filter out.
He leans his head against
the cool window, watching
the world pass by in a haze.
Karen keeps glancing back at
him in the rearview mirror,
amusement etched on her face.
"You ok?" she asks.
Plankton nods, his eye
heavy. "Tiwed," he murmurs.
"Try not to fall asleep," she says.
"Because we're almost there."
His eye drifts to the
passing scenery. Trees whiz by.
He counts the telephone poles,
his slurred voice mumbling the
numbers. "One, two, free, four..."
"Almost there," Karen says. Plankton
nods, his hand finding the seatbelt
buckle, tracing its edges. "Five,
sis, seb..."
But alas, Plankton's efforts to
stay alert are in vain. His
lid flutters and his head nods.
"Plankton, keep your eye open,"
Karen says, her voice a gentle
reminder. But his body has
other plans, succumbing to
the sedative's embrace.
"Wake up, Plankton," Karen
says, a hint of laughter in her
tone. She knows he can't help
it. His slumber is deep,
his snores a soft echo in the
car. She watches him in the
mirror, his face relaxed in
sleep. It's a rare sight.
Plankton's normally alert and
active demeanor is replaced
by a peaceful stillness that
fills the car. The surgery was
a success, yet the anesthesia
has taken its toll.
Karen pulls into the
parking lot of the park, the
sun casting a warm glow.
"Wakey, wakey," she sings.
Plankton's snores hitch, but
his eye stays shut.
She opens the car door
and the chilly air fills the
car, carrying with it the
laughter of children playing.
"Plankton," she calls, her voice
gentle but firm. He stirs, his
body protesting the interruption.
"Chip?" he mumbles, his voice
still thick with sleep.
Karen laughs softly. "Yes,
we're here to get Chip. Time
to wake up." She reaches
over and squeezes his hand.
His eye blinks open, the
pupil dilating as he takes in
his surroundings. "Wha...?"
he mumbles, his brain still
fighting the anesthesia.
Hanna and Chip look up
as their car approaches.
"What happened?" Chip
asks as he gets in the car.
Karen starts to answer,
but Plankton's slurred
interjection stops her.
"Dey hook my teefs!" he says,
his words a jumble.
Chip's eyes widen.
"He had his wisdom teeth
out," Karen explains.
Hanna looks at Plankton,
her expression one of
concern. "How are you
feeling?" she asks.
"Wibidy wobidy,"
he slurs. "Buh I dunno."
Karen smiles. "So, we
went to the dentist," she says,
waving bye to Hanna.
"They had to take his
wisdom teeth out." Chip
looks confused. "What does
that mean, Mom?" He asks Karen.
"Well Chip, your dad had
some teeth that were
gonna cause problems,
so they took them out,"
Karen starts. "But the
medicine they gave him
makes him feel funny. It's
like when you have a
sleepover and wake up
groggy." Chip nods. "What
medicine?" He continues.
Plankton tries to answer,
but his speech is still
slurred. "Dey gabe me
sumpin' to sleep," he
mumbles, his eye
half-closed. "It's called
anesthesia," Karen says,
her voice calm and steady.
"It's what helps people not
feel pain during surgery."
Chip nods, watching his
dad with a mix of
curiosity and concern.
"But it makes him
a bit loopy," Karen adds
as they pull away.
"Chip," Plankton starts.
"Whath thad?" "It's my
hand, Dad," Chip answers,
confused. "Chip's hamv?"
Plankton persists, his
mind still fuzzy. Karen
chuckles, seeing his
curiosity piqued.
"Chip's hamv?" Plankton
repeats, his speech still
slurred. Chip holds
up his hand. "It's just a
hand, Dad," he says.
Karen laughs. "It's
his hand, Plankton. It's ok.
You're just a bit loopy."
"Wook ath the clows," Plankton says,
lazily pointing at the clouds.
Karen smiles.
"They're just clouds," she says.
Plankton giggles,
his eye glazed with a childlike
wonder. Karen knows this phase
won't last, but she cherishes it.