She slipped through the door, and into the Doc’s Office.  She looked around the room she hadn’t been in before (No thanks to D. Caste Raider), seeing it wasn’t much different.  There was doors in the wooden room that lead to other ones, and a desk.  Slouched over the desk was a green skinned creature, her head resting on her four yellow striped arms as she slept with closed eyes.  Her bald head was covered in a tight tourniquet, and two yellow appendages drooped over her face.  She panicked at the strange creature, before remembering it was Nikza.  She tiptoed towards her as her two pets popped their heads out and looked around the room, and gently rang the bell on the desk.  

  She jumped as Nikza jumped.  The green Zaymagon cried out in some tribal language, before falling off her chair.  
“I wasn’t sleeping on the job Doc; just resting my eyes!” She pleaded.  She breathed as she shook like a leaf and brought herself to her feet.  She gripped the edge of the desk, and looked over to see it was just Alex.  

  “…Oh…” She felt sheepish.  “I thought you were –”
Having heard the bell and Nikza howling the house down, the Doc slammed the door open dramatically.  He grumbled as he stormed in on his tripod legs, and glared up at Alex with his beady yellow and green eyes.  
“Yes, human?” He hissed, obviously in a bad mood.  Terminator tutted as he looked up at him.  
“Hey barrel head!  Got any more like yourself lately since I last saw you?” He remarked.  The Doc vykker moved his glare to him.  
“Shut up rat!” He demanded.  Alex smirked, quickly hiding it as the Doc looked back at her.  
“And why are you here?” He narrowed his creepy eyes.  

  “Well…” She tried not to snigger at the thought of why she was there.  Stranger’s crotch injury.  Chomp and Terminator quickly silenced after giggling a high-pitched giggle.  
“Anyways…” She began.  “I need a painkiller for a friend, I’ve got a lot of moolah with me to pay fer it.” Doc shook his head.  
“Riiiiight…And why exactly?”
Her face burned at the thought.  She didn’t want to go into detail.  “…Well, he ‘urt ‘imself and wants pain relief…” She answered nervously.  “Do I have to be specific?”                                                                        “Yes you do, I can’t go giving someone morhphine for a belly ache, can I?!” He snapped.  
“Just tell me how bad and where the pain is, is it that hard?!” She gritted her teeth, trying to make sure he didn’t see her face going red.  Terminator groaned, getting bored of the place.  
“For crying out loud, he got whipped in the balls by some crazy animal and probably wants elum tranquilizer!”

  There was a stunned silence, before Nikza snorted and started laughing.  Alex and her pets went hysterical too, as the Doc gave them all a look and left the room.  They were still giggling when he came back in.  They all flinched and silenced when he slammed the thick glass container on the wooden desk.  It was filled with pills.  

  “There, 40 moolah please, now can you go?” He rolled his eyes.  Alex raked in her shorts pocket, sorting slowly through the notes.  As soon as she was done and held out her hand to him, the vykker’s clawed hand snatched it like lightning from her bare hand.  He flicked quickly through it, then moved his glare to Nikza.  
“Aren’t you supposed to be working, Zaymagon?” He ordered.  She glared at him back with her four yellow eyes.  
“I am, vykker.” She snapped in her eastern human-like accent.  
“Doesn’t look like it, miss I-like-to-sleep-on-the-desk-when-I-think-my-boss-isn’t-looking!” He shrieked back.  
She leant closer, intensifying her glare.  “I do have a life besides being five thousand moolah in debt to you for skull reconstruction surgery, and anyway, I was on night shift!  I sleep 3 hours a day; it screws up my epilepsy!” She nearly screamed.  

  They turned to hear the door to outside had already shut.  Alex had already gotten sick of it and left.  
“...Anyway, you owe me five thousand and thirty.” He wouldn’t drop the subject.  
“5030?!” She screamed in his face.  “WHY?!”
“AN EXTRA THIRTY FOR THAT GLASS YOU BROKE BY THROWING AT ME!” He screeched back.  Already clakkerz were listening outside, wondering what was going on.  

  Alex rolled her eyes as she ran past the clakkerz, who pointed and blabbered things about a 20,000 bounty wandering the streets.  She just kept on running and hoped the guns wouldn’t come on.  
“Guys, where the slag is Wolvie?” She remembered.  She started to get a tinge of concern.  He didn’t say where he’d went, and other wolvarks had trashed his house.  He could even be dead by now.  
“Nnnnno idea.” Terminator replied bluntly.  “Lets ask Stranger when we get back.”