|Forest Room Mishap
Author: phoenixf1r3 PM
Mover Smitty and his friend Katie go hiking in the Forest Room when Katie trips and sprains her ankle. Can they figure a way back to the Think Tank then the hospital?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Smitty & unknown - Chapters: 8 - Words: 5,048 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 09-21-10 - Published: 12-25-09 - id: 5610566
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Forest Room Mishap
Disclaimer: I'm just a fan of Imagination Movers. Love the music, love the show. Please don't sue me!
"Wow, this is beautiful, Smitty. I love hiking in here," I say as I lean up against a tree and set down our picnic basket. The Forest Room in the Idea Warehouse is starting to show its fall colors and there's a slight chill in the air. Smitty's little friend, Warehouse Mouse, was scampering along with us.
When I first moved in to the neighborhood, I never dreamed the big building across the street would be such a wondrous place, or that I would grow so close to the cowboy-hatted guitar player. He's an Imagination Mover, a professional problem-solver, and loves the outdoors as much as I do.
"I'm glad you like it, Katie," he says as he put down a plate of broccoli by a big oak. We both smile as a family of pigeons start pecking at it. They look at us and gave big coos.
"What did they say?" I asked him. Smitty has a special gift of being able to talk to animals. I first noticed it when he was playing Go Fish with Mouse and he was understanding the squeaks.
"They said 'Thank you'. I do this about every week ever since the momma stole some a few months ago," he explains.
"Mitty, mitty, mitty! There!" squeaks Mouse.
"That's perfect, little buddy. We can set up over in that clearing. Katie, can you hand me the blanket," says Smitty.
There must have been a root under the stack of leaves in front of me because I trip and fall when I take a step, feeling my ankle pop when I land on the ground. "AHH!" I scream and grab for my foot.
"Are you okay?" asks Smitty as he runs over to me. Mouse bounds over and puts a paw on my shoulder, trying to help.
"I think I sprained my ankle," I said, trying to flex it, but only feeling pain. "I don't think I can get up." He reached out slowly to feel my ankle. I winced as he ran his fingers along my foot. "So, what's the verdict, Doc?" I joked weakly.
"It's sprained, all right. And we're going to need some help getting you out of here. Warehouse Mouse, can you run back to the Think Tank and tell the other Movers that we need them?" he says. "There's some pocket cheese in for you."
"Cheese?!" squeaks Mouse. He ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him.
"Looks like I'm your new customer," I say with a slight smile. "I think first I'll need to dull this pain. I thought I saw a pussy willow back on the trail aways. Here, take my multi-tool and shave off some bark for me."
Smitty gives me a confused look. "Pussy willow bark?"
"It's like a natural aspirin," I explain. "My Granny was an herbalist. She taught me everything I know about plants."
I really didn't want him to leave me, but it's getting hard to focus. I hand him my tool and watch him go find the tree. Leaning back and closing my eyes, I try to meditate on pushing the discomfort from my body. It was just starting to work when I feel a hand on shoulder. "Katie?" I slowly come out of my trance and see my friend's sweet smile and a handful of bark chips. "Welcome back."
"Some picnic, huh? Kultzy Katie strikes again. Trust me to make a mess of things," I say in a moment of self-defeat. I pop a couple of chips and started sucking on them, trying to hide the fact that it tastes horrible without honey.
"We'll figure out a way to get you out of here. I promise," he says as he folds up the blanket and put it under my foot. "Better?"
"A little. Thanks, hon," I say with a slight blush. I take the bottle of apple juice he offers from the basket. I then spit out the chips and practically chug it down. "I'm sorry. This isn't the way I was hoping things would go today."
"That's okay. It's not serious and help's on the way," he says, sitting down next to me and taking my hand. I love that he trying to help so much, but I'm way too proud to tell him. My tough girl image won't let me. Maybe after this is over I'll let him know how I feel.
"Does somebody have a situation that needs imagination?" I hear from behind.