** *headdesk* Forever to update, all because I've been fawning over my Namine Ritsu outfit still – sadly, the company is still working on it. Not complaining, though, I prefer they'd take their time on it. Yeah. I've also been wasting my days on YouTube over Majora's Mask videos and sleeping until noon – and I gotta go back to Early College in two weeks along with baby sitting TWO FREAKIN' ANNOYING CHILDREN I'D LOVE TO KILL. DO. NOT. WANT. Anyway, enough about how much I hate my life right now, the only thing I have to say about this chapter – too much melodramaticy and kinda rushed. Sorry 'bout dat ^ ^ ; **
"I have no clue what he's seeing or why he's seeing it, but it's serious. I mean, real serious, we're talking brain surgery here -"
Mario slammed his hands down on the desk, scaring the doctor and causing a few diplomas on the walls of the office to shake, "Surgery? Brain surgery? Are you the idiot here?"
"Mario," Peach gently grabbed the man's shoulder, pushing down on it some, "Mario, please, be calm. It might be best for Luigi."
"I have heard and seen the proof of brain surgery horror stories, and my brother is not going to be one of them!" Mario snapped, "Why not something safer, like medicine?"
The doctor swallowed, "Well, Mario, we can prescribe that, but we don't know how strong of a dose he'll need."
Mario sighed as he made fists, "Doctor. He's seeing a man sitting in his room. I think we'll need a damn big dose."
"Mario!" Peach gasped, "No! We shouldn't try to fix this with medicine! What if it affects his heart or liver? Or causes a clot in his brain where he was hit?"
"The princess does have a point, Mario; I wish to avoid a clot in the brain which is why I mentioned surgery. We could fix any issues with the brain and -"
"I already said no." Mario growled.
"Mario, pills don't fix any damaged brain tissue, I'm sorry. Now, we could give him the medicine for the hallucinations, but that would probably only last as long as we can keep up a medicine supply, as well as a risk for other health issues. If we perform surgery, we could fix the problem easily without any threat from medicine."
"Mario, I think you should listen to the doctor," Peach tried to help, "You and I both would hate it if what was supposed to help him actually killed him over a long period of time."
With his shoulders tensing up even more before slumping down, Mario took sat quietly for a few minutes. "Alright. But if this kills him faster than anything, you'll regret ever being a doctor."
The doctor nodded, sighing in relief whilst Peach scolded Mario for the threat.
"My darling, my beautiful darling, why are you scared of me? We sat in that abyss for three months together, just us." Waluigi laughed as he walked back and forth in front of Luigi, having cornered the man in the far left side of the hospital room.
Said Italian's body shook in fear, trying to keep his gown from falling off his slim figure, "G-get away from me, get away!" his voice came out and meek and useless.
"But Luigi, I love you!" Waluigi laughed once more, "Please, just let me embrace you like lovers are supposed to."
"No, no! Get away! Get away!" Luigi's voice now rose to a great volume, calling the attention of Daisy from down the hall.
"Luigi?" The red head threw her soda can into a trash can before running the rest of the way to Luigi's room, followed by some nurses, "Luigi, what's wrong?"
"They won't help you, Luigi," Waluigi smiled as he got closer, "I'm the only one who can. So embrace me, Luigi, embrace me."
"Step away, be gone! I don't know you as a lover; I don't remember you at all! Go away! Go away!" Luigi slid down against the wall to the floor, sobbing as he hugged his legs to his chest, "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"
The insane laughter from the taller man only became louder as Daisy appeared from behind the curtain, lunging over to try to comfort the man while nurses soon followed to get him back into the bed.
"He, he was screaming something like 'I don't know you as a lover' and 'go away' whenever I got there," Daisy whispered to Rosalina as both sat in the waiting room, "He was crying. And I felt so useless just knowing he's seeing something and I can't help it."
"Daisy, you can help - you've always been helping him by supporting him and waiting for him. If you can just comfort him and keep doing what you were doing, then maybe it'll be alright."
Peach appeared from around the corner, dabbing her eyes with a tissue and sniffling like mad, "I - Daisy - he's, gone into his surgery..."
Daisy shot up, "What? Surgery? When was this planned?"
"Mario and I were talking to the doctor about it, and he scheduled it for tomorrow, but after that scene they went ahead and took him into the room!" Peach's sobbing only got worse as she continued to speak, "I wanted to come get you so you could see him but - but Mario wouldn't even let me talk to him the few minutes before they - they - Luigi wanted to see you but - but -"
Finally, the sobbing escalated; Rosalina herself got up to try to comfort the other princess while Daisy found herself slowly sinking back onto the couch. Luigi going into surgery? Now? And Daisy didn't even get a chance to talk to him? Only Mario got to see him?
The infamous plumber soon came around the corner as well, eyebrows scrunched together in irritation and worry.
'You...you son of a bitch.' Daisy thought before she herself began to silently cry. 'What if something happens and I never get to see him again?'