Sooo, finally it goes weidaaaa !! * kaia janar-esque *
Thank you for coming, VAL * cuddles *

They finally reached the hospital and entered the emergency room. “We need a doctor right away! Shouted Son-Goku and the admission nurse ran towards the small group. "Oh dear, please put him here on the vacuum stretcher. I'll get the doctor." She was gone quickly and came back with the chief physician. He acted bitchily and brought Piccolo to the Op on the vacuum stretcher. “I'm sorry, you are not allowed in, young man. You can take a seat there and please fill this out for your friend. "The nurse put a questionnaire on a notebook into Son-Goku's hand." Aha, and what is that for? " he asked her. “We need the data such as age, blood group and name for the card index. "" Oh ... "Goku sat down with Gohan and Vegeta in the waiting room, which was right next to the operating room. There was also a mirrored pane from which one could follow the course of the op's.So that the doctors weren't disturbed in their activities. Gohan stood in front of this pane and watched everything very closely. You could tell that he was very worried about the warrior, who was now lying there on the table, undressed, under anesthesia and with a thick air tube in his throat, which provided oxygen. At least eight or even ten green-clad doctors and helpers cavorted around the battered body and tried everything to restore it, to get it handsome and healthy again.
,, ... Hm ... Does one of you know Piccolo's birthday and blood type? "Goku scratched the back of his head and looked ignorantly at the bow, pen in his mouth. Vegeta laughed and grinned. Then he held the Namekian's wallet under Son-Goku's nose." Here, Kakarott. "" Huh? Where did you get it from, Vegeta ?? "Vegeta grinned at him." I took it before the fight because I knew we'd have to come here for him."Vegeta, you rascal. Did you steal those out of his pants?" Goku looked at him reproachfully. ,,So what? Didn't he notice ... Besides, you'd be lost now without his wallet. There's his blood passport in there. "Right, Piccolo has been a blood donor ... for years ..." Goku scratched his head again, then took his ID card and blood pass from his wallet and continued to fill out the form.
Gohan saw the doctors cut open the Namek's abdominal wall in order to get at the internal bleeding and to stop it. He turned pale-green around the nose and ran as fast as he could to the nearest visitor's toilet to throw up there. Vegeta, who was reading a magazine in the meantime, and Son-Goku, who was filling out the questionnaire, looked after him in amazement, asked himself about it, nodded afterwards and then went back to their occupation. Vegeta broke the silence. "Can't do any blood, can it?" He asked without looking up from the magazine.Goku growled in agreement. Gohan came back five minutes later, still cheesy on his face. He decided to sit next to his father. Better for his stomach. Son-Goku got up a little later, handed in the questionnaire with all the data and then sat down again next to Vegeta du Son-Gohan. Meanwhile, the 20-year-old read what his father did like him.

Five hours passed, and then the chief doctor finally came out of the operating room. Exhausted, he took off his face mask and took off the blood-stained protective gloves and threw them in the trash. “He did it. You can go to him, room three, second floor ... "he said exhausted and then left the room to recover from the operation, as it was damn exhausting." You don't believe how relieved I am. that he made it. ”Gohan sighed in relief. “Yes, we can imagine. "Said Goku, clapped his son on the shoulder and then turned around." We're off, my son.You will definitely wait until Piccolo is awake, won't you? "" Definitely. I want to thank him. "" See you tonight. "" Ciao. "Goku and Vegeta each flew home for themselves and Gohan made his way to the second floor of the hospital.