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WARNING: Small bad language used.

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OW!" Squishy cried as he gripped his hand, "DAMN IT! SON OF A BITCH!"

Everyone looked over to the station where Don and Squishy were. It wasn't like him to curse. As a matter of fact, he rarely even cursed at all.

"What happened?" Randall asked as he ran over to their station along with the others.

"Squishy accidentally cut his hand with the box cutters." Don said.

"Let me see." Sulley said. Squishy was hesitant but he reluctantly showed him his hand. Sulley took and examined it carefully. "Doesn't look too deep." he said before letting go, "But you should go wash it up though to prevent any infection."

"And you might wanna add a bandaid too." Mike added, feeling a bit disgusted by the blood.

Squishy nodded and he quickly made his way out of the laugh floor while gripping his bleeding hand. However, after a few minutes, he didn't return.

"What's taking him so long?" Mike groaned as he drummed his long fingers on the desk impatiently, "Dose it really take twenty minutes to wash a cut?!"

"Maybe he couldn't find a bandaid?" Terri said.

"Terri's got a point," Randall said, "It's not everyday you need a bandaid for an accident like this."

Sulley was about to say something when he was silenced by a horrified, blood curdling, scream. "What the hell was that?!" Mike exclaimed, jumping out of his seat.

"I don't know but that sounds like Sam!" Sulley said before running out of there.

"Sulley! Wait up!" Randall called before pursuing him along with the others.

When Sulley arrived at the bathroom, he found Sam on the floor shivering and in tears. A few feet from him was squishy, who was lying on the floor face first. When the others arrived they were in shock.

"Squishy!" Don gasped before he immediately ran to his side. "Say something! Say something buddy!" he cried, shaking the young monster frantically. He didn't get a response. Just when he was about to assume the worse, Randall checked his pulse and confirmed that he was still alive.

"Sam," Sulley asked, crouching down beside the distraught lizard, "What happened?"

The blue lizard hiccuped. "I-I d-d-don't k-know! I-I c-came i-in h-here t-to w-wash m-my h-hand a-and..." he sobbed harder, burying his face in his hands.

"SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Mike cried.

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No words were exchanged during the drive back from the hospital. Not even the radio was on to break the silence that was now hanging over their heads. Randall silently kept his eyes on the road while Sulley had his face buried in his paws. Squishy had sustained a single blow to the head. Enough to render him unconscious, but not enough to kill him. Thankfully there wasn't any brain damage as well. But it might take him a while before he wakes up.

So basically, he was in a coma.

The look on Mrs. Squibbles's face when she arrived at the hospital broke Sulley's heart. Like any mother she looked devastated. Guilt had filled Sulley's heart. How could this have happened to Squishy? All he did was go to the bathroom to clean his cut. But in the end he gets hit in the head. By who or what they had no idea. Randall didn't know what to say. This had taken him by surprise as well. Who would want to hurt Squishy? He was such a nice guy. He barely has any enemies who were hostile to him. Plus what would be the motive to hurt him anyway?

It was evening by the time they returned home. Mary was sitting on the couch waiting for them. She had heard from Celia, who had heard from Mike, about the incident. The kids were sent to their room. It wouldn't be a good time for them to be out. As soon as the front door opened she immediately hugged both Sulley and Randall. Nothing was said or spoken. There was only silence.

...

Randall looked over to Squishy's spot on the bench.

"What happened?" Terry asked softly.

Sulley sighed, "He got a bad blow to the head. Doctor says he'll live but... He's in a coma." Don shook his head silently while everyone let out soft sighs.

"I don't understand." Art said softly, "Why Squishy? Why him?"

"That's what we all ask ourselves yesterday." Randall responded, adding a sad sigh at the end.

Mike clenched his hand into a fist and he looked over to Don angrily. "This is all your fault!" he hissed.

Don looked over to him with a surprised, yet confused, expression on his face. "Me? What did I do?" he asked.

"You just had to give Squishy those damn box cutters!" Mike cried, "Now look what happened!"

"Hey, it was Squishy's choice to use them, not mine!" Don said, raising his voice a bit.

"Please don't fight..." Sulley whispered, covering his face with his hands as the argument escalated. Their voices grew louder and louder until they were eventually screaming and shouting at one another while everyone else just listened silently. Eventually, this became too much for Randall.

"SHUT UP! THE BOTH OF YOU! JUST SHUT UP!" he screamed. The two stopped their argument and looked over to Randall with rather surprised looks on their faces along with everyone else. "It's no one's fault that this happened to Squishy. Right now we have to be strong. For him." Randall sighed sadly before he made his way over to the restroom.

"Randall's right." Sulley said before standing up himself, "We need to be strong for him. He would want us to..."

"Your right." Mike said before turning over to Don, "I'm sorry about what I said. I just so angry that...I snapped."

Don got up and walked over to the green monster before placing his hand on his shoulder gently. "It's alright. We're all affects by this." he said gently.

Meanwhile, Randall was panting slightly after stopping in front of a sink. He turned the faucet on and splashed some water on his face. He looked up at his reflection and sighed heavily. He didn't get enough sleep last night because of the incident. No matter how many times Mary had assured him and Sulley both that Squishy would be fine, he just couldn't accept it. Randall turned his head a bit when something suddenly caught his attention.

He saw a blue, powdery, substance on the table. It was only a bit and barely noticeable but he managed to catch sight of it. He curiously used one finger to wipe up the powder and bring it a bit closer. He examined the powder under the light and watched it glitter slightly. This was...make-up.

Make-up? Randall thought as a puzzled expression settled on his face. Why the heck would there be make-up in the men's room? More importantly, who would be wearing it to begin with?

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Relax, people, Squishy's going to be fine. He's just knocked out. That's all. So...DON'T KILL ME!

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