User blog:TheOceanspray99/Why would he do that? Part 3

The doctor cut into Wally's arm one more time. 45 seconds later, the wound was healed up. "Damn, this hurts," Wally would often say.

"One more time boy!" screamed doctor Thompkins.

This was the 6th time already. Wally was getting very tired of his stupid metabolism being a huge f*ck up.

Everyone was in the waiting room wondering if Wally would survive. Artemis wanted to stay in the operating room with Wally. He had saved her life, it was the least she could do. She kept her hand grasped in Wally's grip. For some reason, holding his hand felt right.

(About half an hour later.)

"I can't do this!" announced doctor Thompkins. "We have to resort to drastic measures."

Artemis looked a bit worried. "Exactly how drastic?"

The doctor hesitated to tell them, but she mustered up all her courage and said, "I have to amputate his bone and joint and replace them with bionic ones."

"All while he's still awake?"

The doctor nodded.

Wally managed to say one small sentence, "Oh, come on!"

"It's the only thing to do if you want to live," said Doctor Thimpkins as she ran out of the operating room.

She came back a few minutes later with some terrible news. "I have no blood for the operation."

"What!" yelled Wally.

"I don't have a pint of your blood type, and yours is very rare. Do you know where I can get a pint of O negative blood?"

Artemis quickly stood up. "That's my blood type! I'll donate a pint!"

"Are you sure?" asked the doctor.

"I am positive! I'll donate right now!"

Doctor Thompkins shrugged, "Fine, come with me!"

Artemis followed the doctor out of the room. "Thanks Arty!" Wally called after her.

"Hey, don't mention it," replied Artemis. "You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

END OF PART THREE!!! Am I good a cliffhangers or what!