The band-aid repeated what he'd told Patrick, "It's just a bruise. Behind her was her husband, and Gumball's brother and sister. "Where's my son, is he okay?!" Nicole Watterson cried out as she looked towards the doctor, who maintained the same neutral expression. A bead of sweat flowed down the side of Patrick's shell as he looked up. The sound of four sets of footsteps on the linoleum floor echoed down the hall. If he hadn't been there, the contract wouldn't have depended on a single golf game, and Patrick wouldn't have been stuck with Gumball for literally the entire time. Things would have been made a lot simpler if Gumball hadn't come in and ruined it all. Patrick would have been fine with getting to know Gumball on literally any other day than today. On top of that, he did still have to thank Gumball for stopping his daughter from running away after she broke her shell. Internally, Patrick had already admitted to himself that he would very much have loved to see what his daughter, Penny, saw in the delinquent boy.
He had been interrupted by none other than Gumball Watterson, who had decided it was important to try and prove to Mr. He had prepared himself for this very day, and he was just about to head to the Chanax Building when he'd been interrupted during his morning solo pep talk. Patrick was given this opportunity to speak to the CEO of Chanax himself. Limited had received an opportunity to help develop the new Elmore Hospital for Chanax International. It had all started just a few days ago, when Fitzgerald Co. Patrick didn't even bother to listen, just wondering how it had all gone wrong. The good thing is that his brain's so small that." The anthropomorphic band-aid was clad in a simple white coat and a head mirror, a stethoscope around his neck. The doctor stepped into the hallway, prompting Patrick Fitzgerald, still clad in golfing gear, to look up.
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