Snippet #1581398

"Doctor!" Came a cry from the monitor room, "Mr. Hamza is in some serious trouble here." The doctor that was tending to Joshua sighed heavily, apologized to him, and left. He felt dazed and disorientated, which happened after playing the game for so long, but he was used to it, and would be back on his feet in no time. Just as he was about to look for his cane, feet slapping against the concrete flooring could be heard, then a woosh of air, and finally pain blossoming inside his skull. "You damn idiot," someone screamed at him, "Get off me," she screamed at several individuals who accosted her, "Let me go so I can pummel his skull." A smile played on his lips, as he knew that one of the few people who could hurt him was his very own assistant.

"Leave her be," he said in a breathy voice, "She is in the right to call me an idiot, and to knock some sense into me." He stood up slowly, waving off all assistance to help him, but only asked for his cane. Once standing, he gripped his head in a free hand, and began to sway slowly from side to side. "You OK, Mr. Michaels?" Came a worried tone, "Will you be needing a chair? Maybe some water?" At his nod, several pairs of feet retreated from the room, and, within moments, returned with a chair and a bottled water. Taking several quick gulps from the water, he sat down and peered up at the people around him. "I'm fine, really I am. I just have a headache."

"Well?" Joshua's assistant glared at the two people who held her away from him, "Let me go," and they did so. "Damn apes," she growled, which made him smile, "If your really 'fine', sir, then what are we going to do about this mess, hmm? Are we going to blame it on someone like we did the last time?" She saw him tapping a finger against his lips, and sighed heavily, "I'll file the paperwork, but you really do need to address your subordinates, sir."

"Send them to the conference room," he said slowly, "Have all the heads of staff there, along with my Game Masters." He gripped his head with his hands, then, and squinted his eyes in pain. "Bring aspirin, too. This is going to become a migraine soon, and I'd rather not have that, thank you very much."