Another day, another quarrel. And what was this one about?
"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT IT IN THE FRIDGE FOR SO LONG IF YOU STILL WANTED TO EAT IT, BUTTERCUP!" Blossom shouted from the length of the hall, dashing down the stairs to avoid Buttercup's wrath.
Buttercup came barreling after her like a runaway freight train, fury blazing in her eyes. "THAT WAS MY CHOCOLATE BAR! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW LONG I LEFT IT, YOU LITTLE TWERP!"
Twin streaks of pink and green went flying down the stair railing as two bickering little girls got into a chase and a skirmish with each other that was bigger than any other. This time they were literally fighting over chocolate, or in this case, Blossom happening to eat Buttercup's chocolate bar before the young tomboy could get to it herself.
Buttercup made a dive for her sister once she reached the bottom of the stairs to tackle her from behind. The two girls went crashing hard into the ground and Buttercup sat on top of her spoiled brat of a sister, saddling her in a way that effectively pinned her down.
As Blossom fought to break herself free, Buttercup expressed her disappointment for her. "So, the Pro-Excellence 2000 golf clubs weren't enough for you, huh? You had to go and steal another hardworking girl's chocolate too?!"
"I didn't see your name on it!" Blossom grumbled, though she didn't make eye contact with her sister as she said it.
This made Buttercup give her a smirk, a sneering and sarcastic one. "Cute," she said. "But who else do you think eats Milky Way bars around here, huh?"
Instead of answering the question, Blossom used her legs to kick her rowdy sister off of her body. Her feet hit Buttercup hard in the stomach and as the girl went toppling backwards, Blossom scrambled to her feet and tried to make a break for it.
"Oh no you don't!" Buttercup shouted, not ready to let the little thief get away that easily. "PAYBACK!"
She reached for the first thing she could grab - and that was a good amount of her sister's long red hair.
Blossom came to an abrupt and painful stop right outside of the kitchen when she felt a sharp pulling on her scalp, cranking her neck back. "Ow! Quit pulling my hair, Buttercup! I'm serious!"
"You are so dead for this!" Buttercup growled, not letting up an inch when it came to her painful hold on her sister's red mane of hair.
Another round of yanking ("Ow!") had Blossom finally relenting, if only so she wouldn't be bald (again). "Okay! I'm sorry!" She cried, tears building at the edges of her eyes. "I'll buy you a new one, I promise!"
"Not good enough, Pink Eye!" Buttercup said. "I say we aren't even until I get to eat all your Nutty-Buddy bars in retaliation for this!"
Blossom gasped dramatically. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."
Buttercup spared a fiendish glance to the fridge and the labeled snacks for each Powerpuff Girl held within. "Wanna bet?"
"DON'T YOU DARE!"
WHOOSH!
After letting go of her hair, she was already halfway there. As Blossom desperately bolted after her, Buttercup already had her hand on the refrigerator door. She was just getting ready to wrench open the door when Blossom quickly gave her a bear hug from behind, trapping her arms to her sides.
"Get off me, Blossom!" The trapped girl shouted, bucking and kicking and forcing the two of them to spin around in a circle as she struggled to set herself free.
"Leave my Nutty-Buddy bars alone!" Blossom demanded in response.
"You should have left my chocolate bar alone!"
"It was a moment of weakness! I told you I'd buy you another one, didn't I?"
"Grr! I said get - OFF!" Buttercup managed to wrench one of her arms free and happened to elbow Blossom in the face as she did this, arising a cry of pain from the redheaded girl.
"Ow! You hit me!" Blossom accused, holding the middle of her face where a nose would usually be from the smarting pain.
Rather than apologize for her unintentional actions, Buttercup only doubled down on them. "It wouldn't have happened if you didn't try to freakin' straight jacket me!"
"You still should've been more careful about hitting me!" Blossom shouted, giving her sister a shove with her words.
Buttercup did not take this well and returned the favor with at least double the force. "Don't freakin' push me, Blossom!" She shouted, nearly sending her sister into the opposite wall with her own push.
"You stop pushing me!"
"You started it!"
Buttercup raised her hands to continue this aggressive pushing match but Blossom managed to grab her limbs right before she could properly use them to shove her sister again. Buttercup resisted this greatly, twisting and turning about, and eventually things turned into a full out tussle between the girls, both of them slapping, wrestling, and tumbling around with each other all the way back into the living room.
With all this racket they were making, the Professor was sure to get involved yet again to break them apart. It had been the same routine now for nearly a week. What neither of them could count on though was the way things would make a turn for the worst...
Buttercup eventually gained the upper hand and grabbed a piece of Blossom's pink nightgown, using it as leverage to spin the girl around in a circle against her will.
When she built up enough momentum, she threw her over her shoulder and shouted, "I SAID! LEAVE! ME! ALONE!" By the time she released, she realized far too late that perhaps she had used far too much force to fling her sister across the living room and before she could even have a chance to stop what was happening, Buttercup watched her sister smash face-first through a wooden coffee table, splinters exploding from the impact.
Buttercup's hands flew to her mouth. She would never forget that sickeningly loud sound of horrible impact and the way that Blossom's short scream had been abruptly cut off by the collision.
Worse still... she didn't get up. She was lying there, prone, one arm laid over her face while the other one was splayed out in the open. And she was twitching... barely. Sporadically.
All matters of fighting were quickly forgotten as Buttercup dashed over to her sister's side, landing next to her to place a hand on her unmoving body.
"Bloss?!" She cried out, quickly changing her tone from one of aggression to one that held nothing but pure concern. "You okay?!"
The girl began trembling in response, making a few extra jerks throughout her body, but there was no verbal answer and her face was still down in the carpet.
Buttercup's panic skyrocketed even further. "Blossom, are you okay?!" She desperately asked again, gently rolling her sister over so that she could at least be on her back.
Blossom was still trembling and now she was holding her hands to her face, covering up something that had to be bad if she wasn't willing to show Buttercup what it was. The only acknowledgement she made was a low, suffering groan and Buttercup swallowed hard before gently sitting her up against the wall, trying to assess the extent of her injuries.
What she discovered when the girl finally let her arms drop to her sides with another groan was a sight so horrific that Buttercup actually screamed at it, scuttling backwards with her feet and her hands.
Blood. Dripping out of her face. More specifically, where her eye was. And the thing that was causing the blood? A foreign object - a splinter - gouged directly into it.
"Wha'... wha' happen...?" Blossom asked in a slur, not seeming to register the severity of her situation yet.
"Oh my God!" Buttercup shrieked again.
Little by little, something not quite right was beginning to register with Blossom. "Hey..." She said softly. "W-Why can' I open my eye...?" She began to lift her hand to that side of her face to see what the problem was before Buttercup quickly reached out to stop her.
"Blossom, don't touch it!" She warned, grabbing her arm right before it could make contact with her face.
Blossom just kept bleeding out all over herself even without the help of aggravating the wound though. It wasn't long before it started making a mess of her face and her blouse, splattering both skin and fabric with a grotesque crimson pattern.
Buttercup trembled and gave her sister a hug, cradling the back of her head. Her whole energy changed in that moment. Turning her head to the basement, Buttercup's eyes welled up with tears before she took a deep breath and screamed, "PROFESSOR! BLOSSOM'S BLEEDING! GET UP HERE, QUICK!"
She watched Blossom take a look at a large splash of blood that happened to drop onto her arm, staring at that portion of her body in sheer amazement. It was probably one of the few times she had ever actually seen herself bleed. With a near invulnerable body that could resist direct flames, radiation, corrosive acid, boiling lava, and all forms of ammunition, it was hard to imagine there could ever be an occasion where she'd get to see that red fluid on the outside of her body instead of on the inside.
"Buttercup?" The girl questioned, sounding more mentally confused than anything else. "Wha's wrong?"
This massive underreaction to her horrible injury made Buttercup worry even more about her. Was her sister in some form of shock? Had that piece of splintered wood actually gotten past her eye to pierce into her brain?
"Blossom, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Buttercup cried with tears in her eyes. She sounded more vulnerable and scared than she ever had been before.
"Okay." Blossom said, still not seeming to register the gravity of the situation as she gave her sister's hand a gentle pat. It was an ironic gesture of comfort. "Don't be upset..."
This only made Buttercup feel worse. She honestly felt like throwing up but she knew she needed to get help above anything else.
Meanwhile, her sister was only getting worse. "B-Buttercup..." Blossom said while trembling. "I don' feel g-good..."
"I know." Buttercup said, giving her a hug. Then her lip wobbled and more tears filled her eyes before she sucked air into her lungs again and shouted for the second time, "PROFESSOR! GET UP HERE!"