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Hello. This is Ronica. As you may know
I am Johnny Panic's lady for years now and have never been able to
tell one of his tales from my point of view. Currently I am because
Johnny is unconscious. It has been years since Johnny was knocked out
and that was by his brother who I'll get to later. I should go back a
little bit to explain how we got to him laying half naked in an
Arizona desert with one shoe on.
Last time we all saw Johnny awake was
as he took off to confront these spaceships that were hovering above
the planet. We aren't talking to the president, little p, so Johnny
got some orders and headed to space. A few minutes later the planet
felt a tremble, then heard an explosion, and then an hour or so later
he was found with one shoe on. Zazz, Milly, Aimee, and I all hopped
on a jet and flew to L.A where he was transported to see what was
happening.
I wasn't super worried. I mean, I was
worried but not as worried as I should have been considering who
Johnny is and what he can do. It wasn't until we all saw him in a
hospital bed with an oxygen mask on that the severity of the
situation hit. Yeah, the world saw him KO'd but he recovered just
like anyone would from one. But with this he was having trouble
breathing on his own, his hair was a mess, and he had burns. Johnny
had never been burned before. As far as anyone knew he didn't have
the ability to burn.
“Mrs. Panic...” one of the doctors
began to say.
“They aren't married yet” Zazz said
which caused Aimee to nudge him in the ribs harder than intended. He
made a sound that was a cross between a dogs chew toy and a whoopie
cushion.
“We do not have the ability to...”
she continued.
“I know” I said. They couldn't get
needles into his skin. They'd just break off which meant they
couldn't get any fluids into him. I handed Milly to Aimee and they
all left the room. Two nurses stayed behind until I death-stared them
into going as well. I reached into my bag and pulled out Milly's
brush and begin to brush Johnny's hair back. A small portion of his
face was burned.
“If you could see you now you'd be
mega pissed” I tell him. “What happened up there? I am guessing
you won because we're all still here. But what did they do to you?”
I kiss his forehead. “Walter, if you can hear me and are just
pretending I swear I'm gonna never cook Steak-Um's for you ever
again. I know how much you love them so don't play with me. They make
the house smell, Walter. And I don't like cooking them. But you smile
whenever I do so I make them. Zazz won't even eat them so you know
how gross they must be. Laugh. Walter, this is the part where you
smile, open your eyes, apologize, and kiss me.”
He just lays there not smiling. Not
opening his eyes. Not apologizing. Not kissing me.
I don't even remember the last thing I
said to him and it wasn't even hours ago. Zazz comes back into the
room and sits down. He reaches under the bed and pulls out Johnny's
personal belongings. A clear bag with his torn black pants, hints of
a gray shirt, and one turquoise Converse. I open the bag and in the
back pocket is his phone. I place it into my bag and hand the
hospital bag back to Zazz.
“I made fun of his clothes before he
left” I say.
“He made fun of the way I talked”
Zazz says. “Then he said he loved us all and would see us soon.”
Zazz sighs and grabs Johnny's ankle and squeezes. “Nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“His ankles” Zazz says. “He likes
tightness around his ankles.”
“He does?”
“Yeah” Zazz replies. “Since we
were kids. It's why he wear high tops and loves that skinny jeans are
a thing now. Says it makes him feel like he isn't dreaming. Something
about support.”
“I didn't know that” I say. “How
can I have a child with someone and not know that they like their
ankles squeezed?” I say. I start crying.
“People don't...people don't know
everything about each other” he says. “I learn something new
about Johnny all the time and I've known him for as long as I
remember. He isn't dead. Whatever happened hurt him but he'll be back
to giving me hell. And you shouldn't be crying. He'd make fun of
you.” I laugh.
“He would say I'm an ugly crier...”
“He would” Zazz says and gives me a
hug. “You want me to bring Milly in here?” Just as he asks the
door slowly opens with Aimee holding onto Milly's tether and being
pulled into the room.
“She's too strong” Aimee says while
struggling to hold Milly back.
Milly floats over to me with her arms
spread. She sees the tears on my cheek and her bottom lip starts to
quiver and it is the cutest thing ever. I know she is about to start
crying and that is not good. This hospital can not handle a baby with
a sonic scream when the only person that could quickly get her
outside is currently unconscious.
“Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take
ya...” Zazz says and Milly looks at him. “Bermuda, Bahama, come
on pretty mama...” Aimee stares at Zazz just as confused as I am.
“Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go...”
“Juhmaycuh...” Milly mumbles and
then buries her head into my shirt. She peeps at me with one eye and
then buries her face again.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Kokomo” Zazz says. “I heard
Johnny sing it to Milly once when she cried because he wouldn't let
her take a penguin home.
“Coke-mo...” Milly says. She looks
over at Johnny in bed and then back at me. “Picnic.” Johnny lays
still. “Knee Picnic. Up. Up to time.” The entire room goes
silent. My baby is trying to wake her father up. She starts to sing.
She is trying to sing the song I sing to her when she would rather
stay in bed with her father. I say “Wake up time, you Panic babies.
Time to save the world no time to be lazy. If you stay asleep the bad
guys win. And you won't be allowed to stay up past ten.” But when
she tries it sounds like “Up to time...Picnic, babies. Save the
whirl, no lazy time. You sleep bad guys. You not sleep past tens...”
Johnny doesn't wake.
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