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A few days after these recruitments, Angus came back from the hospital, to the cheers and joy of the boys.
Silas and Niko were heartily welcomed by the CEO (after he managed to put his jaw back at its place, since it dropped from the surprise that the dreaded Empoleon was now one of theirs).
Quickly the Conkeldurr jumped back in the work with pleasure, and the Big Arms Inc boys got themselves to work with a renewed vigor.
Yes, all was well in the society...
Until Angus' angry yells suddenly tore through the air.
The boys charged to their boss...
And saw an Incineroar trying to drag by force the furiously resisting Conkeldurr in a car.
"Arceus-dammit, you're the worst patient ever!" snarled the Incineroar. "Stop whining and come!"
"LET GO OF ME!!" roared Angus.
"HEY!!" yelled Bill. "What the fuck are you..."
His words suddenly died in his throat, for he realized he knew the Incineroar.
"But... You're the doctor from the hospital! The one who came and take him when he had his attack!"
The doctor - for it was him indeed - stopped pulling on the Conkeldurr's arm.
"Glad you recognize me, now could you help me put some sense in your idiot boss' head?!"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that he ran away from the hospital!"
"WHAT?!" yelped Bill.
"Look, I'm perfectly fine now!" protested Angus.
"The hell you're fine! I said you needed one more week of complete rest!"
"I've been at complete rest for TWO weeks! One more day and I've had gone nuts!"
"Dammit, Angus, you WANT to have another attack?!"
"Whose side are you on, Bill?!"
"Yours! But that means caring for your health, here!"
"What's worse for my health?! The risk of another attack or the certitude of madness?!"
Bill realized he was wasting his breath and didn't insist.
The others didn't even try, they knew that if the boss' surrogate son couldn't bring him to reason, they couldn't either.
"As for you, we're no longer at the hospital, we're on MY turf! Meaning the only way you can make me listen to you is to be my society's occupational health doctor, which you're not! So GET LOST!"
The doctor gave an angry glare before leaving.
Awkward looks were exchanged between the Big Arms Inc boys.
"What?!" barked Angus in an extremely foul mood. "What are you looking at?! Get back to work, all of you!"
They reluctantly obeyed, but the happy mood was gone.
A few days went by, and the scene was forgotten.
Until one day, where Angus went to his office...
And saw the Incineroar in it.
"YOU AGAIN?!" he barked. "I wasn't clear enough last time?!"
A few seconds of silence passed...
And with a mocking smirk, the doctor showed a piece of paper.
A contract of employment as Big Arms Inc's occupational health doctor.
"WHAT?!"
"I listened to your advice," smirked the Incineroar.
"But... the hospital..."
"I actually was an intern, and my internship's over."
"Like hell I'm gonna sign that contract!"
"It's already signed."
Angus saw with horror that indeed, it was.
And only one other than him could do that.
"BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!!!!"
"Yes?" asked calmly the Swampert as he entered the office.
"Don't "yes" me, you traitor! How could you?!"
"I'm sorry, Angus, but that's for your own good! And if I have to force you, well too bad!"
Angus stammered in shock.
"Okay, Sankt, he's yours."
Sankt - since such was the name of the new Big Arms Inc boy - has a huge grin that spelled doom for Angus.
"Well, boss, the verdict stands. Complete. Rest. For. One. Week. Get. Back. Home. NOW."
"...I fucking hate you all..." snarled the Conkeldurr before slamming the door.

Art by  hikaze
Original here: https://twitter.com/HikazeDragon/st.....91827393253378
Angus and Sankt © me
Conkeldurr and Incineroar © Game Freak