Dinosaur Boy Saves Mars by Cory Putman Oakes

Author:Cory Putman Oakes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc
Published: 2015-12-08T05:00:00+00:00

Busted

I woke up to a sharp pain in my arm.

“Ow!” I cried. I tried to wrench my arm away, only to find that it was strapped down to the hospital bed I was lying on. My other arm, both legs, and my tail were all tied down with cloth restraints as well. There was something like a giant rubber band around my middle, carefully threaded through my plates, that was keeping me pinned down in a weird position, half on my side.

My space suit had been removed and my shirtsleeve had been rolled up. The scientist from the elevator was looming over me, aiming an alarmingly big hypodermic syringe at my exposed arm.

“Sorry,” he said. “I missed again. Fifth time’s the charm though, right?”

I could have sworn he grinned as he stabbed the needle into my arm again.

This time he didn’t miss; he slipped the needle into my vein and taped it into place, just like the time Dr. Bakker had taken my blood to test me for anemia.

“Ah. You’re awake.”

The triceratops head from my hazy, pre-fainting vision appeared over the scientist’s shoulder, just as the bed started moving underneath me. The top part went up and the bottom part tipped toward the floor until I was pretty much straight up and down. The straps holding me in place kept me from sliding onto the floor.

Now that I was upright, I could see we were in the same laboratory we had ran into, right before we had been knocked out. I couldn’t move my head very much, but I could see that the other three beds were occupied by my grandfather, Elliot, and Venetio. They were still unconscious.

Where was Sylvie?

“You see, Asaph? They’re coming around. It shouldn’t be long now.”

The scientist from the elevator took the needle out of my arm, slapped a Band-Aid over the dot of blood on the inside of my elbow, and left the room. Now that his head was out of the way, I was able to get a good look at the triceratops. Good enough to see that he wasn’t a full triceratops.

The hands sticking out of the sleeves of his white lab coat were human. His head was human too, except for the two horns above his eyes and the slightly larger horn where his nose should be. There was also a huge, bony frill framing his head. It looked sort of like an oversized Elizabethan collar. Or the plastic thing (which my dad called the “cone of shame”) that Fanny had to wear once so she couldn’t lick her stitches.

Triceratops Man was facing me so I couldn’t tell if he had a tail or not. But I was guessing he did. His eyes, small and beady, were focused on me. But it didn’t seem like he had been talking to me.

I craned my neck to see over his shoulder. Mr. Juarez was sitting at one of the lab tables. His helmet was off now. And an even shorter Martian was propped up on a stool beside him with her head down on the table.

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