Judy Moody Gets Famous! Read Online Free Page B

Mom. Fast!”
    What if Judy had broken a finger, not a record? If Frank’s pinky was broken, it was all Judy’s fault.
    Judy no longer felt like a human centipede. She, Judy Moody, felt more like a human
worm
.

“So which one of you’s the patient?” asked a tall man with a red beard in a long white coat.
    Frank held up his little blue sausage of a finger.
    “Ouch!” said the man. “How’d this happen?”
    Frank looked over at Judy. Judy stared a hole in the carpet.
    “We were playing,” Frank answered.

    “We were making a human centipede so my sister could be famous!” said Stink. “And she stepped on Frank!”
    Judy sent Stink her best troll-eyes stare, complete with stinging-caterpillar eyebrows. The man laughed. “Okay. Well. I’m Ron, the emergency-room nurse. I’ll take you back, and the doctor’s gonna fix you right up, Frank. Is your mom or dad here?”
    “My mom went to call Frank’s mom,” said Judy.
    “Okay. Tell you what. The children’s wing is right through those red doors. Why don’t you two wait in the playroom there. It’ll be more fun. I’ll tell your mom you’re there, when she comes back.”
    Too bad Rocky went home. Now she was stuck with Stink. They pushed through the red doors and into a long hallway. At the end of the hall was a room marked THE MAGIC PLAYROOM. Judy and Stink went in.
    The walls were papered with teddy bears in hospital gowns, holding balloons. Each bear had crutches or bandages or sat in a wheelchair. There was a couch, a table with crayons and paper for coloring, a plastic castle, and a bookshelf with books about going to the hospital. There was even a miniature operating table on wheels. The only kid in the playroom was a girl in a wheelchair.
    “How come you’re in a wheelchair?” Stink asked her.

    “Stink, you shouldn’t ask stuff like that.”
    “It’s okay,” said the girl. “I got a new heart. They can’t let me walk around yet. They have to keep me at the hospital for a long, long time to make sure it works.”
    “A whole new heart! Wow!” said Stink. “What’s wrong with your old one?”
    “Stink!” said Judy, even though she wanted to know too.
    “It broke, I guess,” said the girl.
    “Were you scared?” Judy asked.
    The girl nodded. “Guess what. My scar goes from my neck all the way down to my bellybutton.”
    “What’s your name?” asked Stink.
    “Laura,” said the girl.
    “That’s one brave heart you got there, Laura,” said Judy.
    “Daddy says I’m a brave girl,” Laura said. “I’m getting a hamster when I go home. Do you have a hamster?”
    “No,” said Judy. “I have a cat named Mouse.”
    “There’s nothing to do here,” said Laura, looking around.
    “They have doctor stuff,” said Judy.

    “Look! A real sling and stuff!” said Stink, kneeling next to a big cardboard box. He pulled out Ace bandages, boxes of gauze, and tongue depressors. Even a stethoscope and a pair of crutches.
    “Stink, can I put your arm in a sling?” Judy asked.
    “No way,” said Stink.
    “How about you, Laura? I know how. For real.”
    “I’m sick of doctor stuff,” Laura said.
    “What about dolls?” Stink asked. “There’s a bunch of dolls in this box.”
    “They all have broken arms and legs, or no heads,” Laura said. “And some of them have cancer.”
    “What do you mean?” Judy asked.
    “They’re bald, like Sarah, in my same room.”
    “That’s not fair,” Judy said. “They should at least have dolls to play with that aren’t sick.”
    The nurse came back just then. “Time to go back to your room,” she told Laura. “Did you kids meet our brave girl?”
    “Yes!” said Judy and Stink.
    “I hope your new heart works great!” said Judy, as Laura left with the nurse.
    “Bye!” called Stink.
    Judy looked through the doll box. Laura was right. All the dolls were dirty or broken or hairless or headless.

    Mrs. Moody poked her head in the doorway. “Hello!”
    “Mom!” said Stink.
    “Is