Mutants? What, was Professor X's preschool on break? Had all the little brats gotten loose?
Never one to pass up a spectacle, Wade dragged himself out, battered but undaunted, cradling his injured little buddy as it continued to heal.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Came for the show, got a ball-busting experience thrown in. Damn, that hurts~"
Hopping along, Wade found his target.
"Hey, buddy, stop wasting your time. This guy's already getting cozy with God on a Simmons mattress. Do you really want to interrupt their fun?"
Wade leaned against the emergency room doorway and addressed the doctor straddling the patient and performing CPR, along with the nurses gathered around him. "Oh my God, this guy smells like grilled chicken wings. Be honest, doc-when you were giving him mouth-to-mouth, were you tempted to sneak a bite?"
"Where did this lunatic come from? Get him out of here!"
Wade's outrageous remarks infuriated everyone in white coats. Though the doctors and nurses kept working, they all glared at him, itching to rush over and drag him away.
"Officer! Officer, there's someone causing trouble in here!"
The two officers outside, who had accompanied the injured patients, rushed in at the doctor's call. When they saw Wade, they promptly grabbed him and pulled him toward the door.
"Hey, hey, easy, easy. I barely said anything! He really does smell nicely grilled. Doesn't even need seasoning. Can't you smell it?"
Wade spoke with a cheeky grin.
One officer shot him a fierce glare. "Stop making a scene. Leave the emergency room now!"
The two officers forcibly dragged Wade out of the hospital and gave him a stern warning.
"If you interfere with the doctors and nurses doing their jobs again, we'll have to detain you, sir."
With that, the officers turned to leave.
"Wait~"
Wade grabbed