CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
When we arrived in the Elastic Cave, Rubberman wasted no time in getting me to my room; there, I found out that Adams already had it ready for me to rest in while I healed. The mattress was soft and comfy and the blankets were so silky smooth that I thought I would just fall asleep in them instantly. Of course, I was in too much pain to fall asleep, but even before I got the medicine, I felt a lot better, probably because a normal bed was much better than the hard street I’d been lying on a few moments ago.
They removed my paper bag mask and began to check my body for any fractures. According to Adams—who informed me that he had been a doctor before becoming Rubberman’s butler—I had suffered no internal fractures or bleeding at all; however, my stomach had a lot of bru
